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eachdraidh2015-05-09 01:32 pm
notyetlegend) wrote in eachdraidh2015-05-09 01:32 pm
sixth arrow → VIDEO → Seelie
Oh for...of all th' irresponsible...
[There's some angry Scottish muttering as Merida sets her locket down, standing in front of what looks like a shrine to the White Hart in armor. Or it had been before it was desecrated in such a manner. Her knees sink into the dirt and tugging her quiver and bow off and setting them to the side, she starts to fix it up, huffing. Her locket is angled so that she can look at it while she works, pulling a face when she pulls things out of the broken shrine before tossing them over her shoulder.]
As if we didn't have other things to worry about with th' Void comin' closer. Honestly, whatever happened to respectin' th' gods? I thought th' Black Shuck an' th' White Hart held sway over these lands.
[It's the second one she's come across in the last day or so, though she bets there are more like this. Even her ears had caught noise of the riots that had started happening in the Drabwurld, and not shardbearer related this time. Merida shook her head as she set the shrine artifacts upright, making a mental note to replace them as she sighs. She can't claim to know the affairs of gods, even with what Ben said about the vision he had. After a minute or two and the shrine starting to look better, Merida pulls her hands back to rest them against her legs, pausing before picking her locket up again.]
Does anyone consider just...stayin' here? Settle down after th' war ends? I don't know if I could go back home to who I used to be, if I could just forget everythin' that's happened here an' all the people I've met, th' friends I've made. [She reaches to brush the hawk feather behind her right ear back, braided into her hair like it is.] Just curious if anyone else feels th' same way I guess.
[There's some angry Scottish muttering as Merida sets her locket down, standing in front of what looks like a shrine to the White Hart in armor. Or it had been before it was desecrated in such a manner. Her knees sink into the dirt and tugging her quiver and bow off and setting them to the side, she starts to fix it up, huffing. Her locket is angled so that she can look at it while she works, pulling a face when she pulls things out of the broken shrine before tossing them over her shoulder.]
As if we didn't have other things to worry about with th' Void comin' closer. Honestly, whatever happened to respectin' th' gods? I thought th' Black Shuck an' th' White Hart held sway over these lands.
[It's the second one she's come across in the last day or so, though she bets there are more like this. Even her ears had caught noise of the riots that had started happening in the Drabwurld, and not shardbearer related this time. Merida shook her head as she set the shrine artifacts upright, making a mental note to replace them as she sighs. She can't claim to know the affairs of gods, even with what Ben said about the vision he had. After a minute or two and the shrine starting to look better, Merida pulls her hands back to rest them against her legs, pausing before picking her locket up again.]
Does anyone consider just...stayin' here? Settle down after th' war ends? I don't know if I could go back home to who I used to be, if I could just forget everythin' that's happened here an' all the people I've met, th' friends I've made. [She reaches to brush the hawk feather behind her right ear back, braided into her hair like it is.] Just curious if anyone else feels th' same way I guess.
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The war is the scope of eternity. We sit here at its end. Should Unseelie win, all of us are dead. Each and every one. When together they have enough shards, they need only to flex their will, and the shards of all of us shall be ripped from our bodies, attracted to the mass of all other shards, made to re-form the Gem of old.
Should Seelie victory be ours, we shall also perish. But as willing sacrifices, giving up ourselves that the cycles of life may yet continue; as guardians to all which might come after us, guardians of the future. We shall be reduced to our barest elements, and be used to give life to our worlds anew at the breaking of the new First Dawn.
You should reflect on this, and on the great responsibility you bear your world.
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You truly don't believe there's another way, m'lord? That we all come out of this alive? My people believe that there's another world after death, the Otherworld, a land of th' fae much like this one. If we're used to give new life to our worlds, doesn't that mean that we can come back after th' fact? If our worlds are renewed, aren't we also?
[It makes sense to her. If he was trying to scare her, it doesn't work. It just makes her conviction stronger.]
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What use is it for your parts to exist past the End if they are only unthinking dirt? The curve of waves? A hare that rots in a field does not come back when its corpse is used as home and food for maggots, and later, weeds.
There is no other way, lass. I've seen it so written by the hands of the Drabkeeper-- Sun keep him, wherever he goes. But I've no right to live beyond my time, and so I'll defend the way things are, the way they must be.
Searching for another way is a foolish waste of your efforts. This war has gone on for life ages of the earth; better than you, than us all, have spent thousands of years seeking the means to this, and all failed.
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[She pauses, then with a small sigh.]
Then perhaps th' Drabkeeper was wrong. Just because an end is comin' doesn't mean we have to sit idly by an' let it. My fate isn't to die here. I'm not givin' up my life an' th' lives of those I've come to care about without a fight. Just because somethin' is written down an' has been since th' beginnin' doesn't mean that you can't change it.
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[ It sounds sharp and cool and hard. ]
Remember that.
[ And the feed ended. ]
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