( ...oh! That is Merida's voice! Elizabeth silently thanks Dorian and this lady name Hermione both for this device. It has just reconnected her with an old friend. )
Merida! By God and all His Angels, it is good to hear your voice! And the gods of this world, as well.
( Speaking of! That is a lot of very, very useful knowledge. Some of it she has only known through vague references to Scots or Irish myth, mentioned flippantly and with utter disregard. Now, incredibly relevant.
And as for the Shuck, well. )
October last, I killed a male deer and waited by a fire for Him, but He did not come. In His place was a small pup, who explained to me that He did not come because I still held God highest in my heart.
I can hear the banshees, Merida. Their song carries upon the water and I can hear their words. Sorrow, pain, regret, longing; these poor women deserve to be reunited with whatever they have lost.
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Merida! By God and all His Angels, it is good to hear your voice! And the gods of this world, as well.
( Speaking of! That is a lot of very, very useful knowledge. Some of it she has only known through vague references to Scots or Irish myth, mentioned flippantly and with utter disregard. Now, incredibly relevant.
And as for the Shuck, well. )
October last, I killed a male deer and waited by a fire for Him, but He did not come. In His place was a small pup, who explained to me that He did not come because I still held God highest in my heart.
I can hear the banshees, Merida. Their song carries upon the water and I can hear their words. Sorrow, pain, regret, longing; these poor women deserve to be reunited with whatever they have lost.