eachdraidh | 4 ☭ ENCRYPTED TEXT | JAN 1

[ everything is great and dandy and shit, but, luke's been trying to escape these four cows for a long-ass time. some in caer glaem may have seen four ladies eating the grass and gossiping, perhaps even speaking to two snakes as they all sit around in their mother's meeting and have a little giggle. luke wants to get the fuck out of cow dodge — to be reminded hermes is a cow fucker and won a bet to trade for a herd of cows makes him a disgrace in luke's eyes. ]

[ and because he's the tech master, his locket identifier changes to ophiotaurus and the broadcast has a few nifty things attached to it, like blinking, glittery text. ]

SPECIAL CHRISTMAS SALE

Step right up, folks, and get your own talking, mooing, milk-giving, butter-making cow! A nice chocolate brown, she'll tend to your lawn like there's no tomorrow! Free milk, free conversation, and a hell of a lot of meat if you're into that. Pretty sure that milk is made of gold, too ...

All you need to do is offer up an object for trade and you've got yourself a deal.

Delivery is free. Guaranteed item the moment you trade. Please give it and a rat (it's only courteous!) to the snake delivering your cow.

WHILE STOCKS LAST!

NO REFUNDS!!!

( please note calliope, cleo, ero, and hymn will return to luke after a day of their own free will! they're loyal to only him, so, they're going to be boomerangs, much to his displeasure. he will not be giving anything back without someone doing a few things for him — these cows gossip, so please be aware they will return to him with some info about your dude (so please lmk what you want them to know)! feel free to continue trying to buy a cow, luke really wants to get rid of them atm. )

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[ and you know what luke's going to do? without capturing himself on camera, he puts cleo on display. horns, black patch on her face, and all. outside caer glaem, he's with his cows, but he doesn't get the other ladies in view, unfortunately. he captures her mid-conversation, talking to what grainne may presume to be her feet (but, truthfully, it's a snake out of view). ] — are very bad for you, you know. They carry the plague! You should really consider talking to your husband, honey. It won't end very well for him …

[ and then it abruptly ends. ]

Oh!

[It is both a sound of delight and surprise. A faerie cow, just like the one in Cu Chulainn's story! He would be so surprised if she brought one around...]

Is there... is there one that loves stories?

[Someone Grainne can talk to in those long hours where Diarmuid's away... not a bad thing at all!]

[ acting as though his locket is a cellphone, he presses his hand over what he can only assume is the mouthpiece as he looks toward the cows and repeats grainne's question back toward them. and that's hopeless, considering they all say yes! ]

What kind of stories are you thinking about? We've got historical, love, and Biblical.

[Biblical? Grainne's never heard of that one.]

Er, historical and love?

[ biblical's a little interesting if you can trap that particular cow into dropping the dirty gossip on sacred things and the historical people who were around to make the ancient tomes about them. he'd skip that particular cow, too. she's got an attitude. ]

One likes to talk about history like it's never going out of fashion. Anthony, Julius, and Cleopatra are apparently not as we think it to be. The other likes her romance tales. Romeo and Juliet? Julius and Cleopatra? Apparently more romantic than tragic to her.

Pick your poison. Both are capable of putting you to sleep.

[The only name she really hears that sounds familiar is Julius and that's only a vague reference to some Roman emperor.

History seems like it would be a good thing to choose, with so many people being from a time after she lived. She could get all caught up talking to the cow!

Who was Romeo and Juliet though?]

I do not think any of this would put me to sleep. It all sounds so interesting...

Would you take a large pouch of medicines and healing aids for the love story cow?

[Okay, she admits it. She's a sucker for love tales and curious to boot.]

[ score! a job well done that will only be thwarted in twenty-four hours time. he's more than prepared to give up ero — she continuously tries to start an argument with him (as he purposefully goads her by dismissing love ever existing, despite having met and heard stories about the goddess of love herself). ]

Sure.

[ it's an easy sell for him. ]

Her name's Cleo. Hope you're a fan of birds — she seems to attract them with her idiotic blabbering about love and all that junk.

What's the name I need to put on the mailing label for this loving cow?

Grainne. I am already at the Caer, but I plan on setting out in a few hours.

[Her eyes light up. Company on her journey to the Station! Someone to share tales with!

She's going to be heartbroken when the cow-friend leaves.]

Well, Grainne. Cleo will be delivered to you before you set out.

Tip, though: Keep a rat on hand. The delivery's a bit demanding. And the snakes don't bite. ;)

[The lady is very happy it's kind of sad she won't get to keep the cow.]

I will! And one pouch of medicines, too.

[ he was kind of expecting her to scream. being given the unexpected ... it's kind of nice. ]

Medicines, huh? Know anything that will glue someone's mouth shut?

[ george and martha keep singing ... he needs something to help him make them stop (even though nothing will shut two ancient greek snakes up). ]

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