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[notyetlegend]

I'm sure by now we're all aware of th' Shuck's decree.

[Sup, Drabwurld? It's your resident princess coming to you live from the back of a flying bison. When Korra had asked her if she wanted to go to Quendi to see the Shuck, she'd jumped at the chance, and now her friend was holding her compass and her locket for her so she could talk while they flew there.

As excited as Merida is that the ban on interacting with Unseelie has been temporarily lifted, it doesn't mean that she'll get to see everyone that she's missed, or that they'll be happy to see her. Instead, she focuses on what she wants to talk about.]

To those seekin' Him, I suggest takin' an offerin'. When talkin' to gods, you should always be respectful, while keepin' in mind that He can an' will kill should He feel it necessary. He is the god of death in this world, an' you'll do well to humble yourself before Him.

[With that out of the way, she clears her throat.]

Banshee are beings of lore in my world an' time. They're women who met with terrible fates an' wail when someone is to perish. Bean nighe we call them, for they wash th' blood from the grave clothes of those who are about to die. I've heard tales that they are spirits who died givin' birth, but that might not always be th' case. Sometimes they lose things, such as hair combs. Perhaps these might help them regain their voices.

[For banshees to lose their voice makes her worry. Is it to do with the vision that Ben had? With the sightings of the White Hart scampering through the cities a month ago with death on His heels?]

Help them. Aid them as He's asked, in any way you can. This is a balance that shouldn't be broken.

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[babbylon]

What sort of offering might you recommend?

[Not that Gilgamesh intends to make one. Oh, no. He doesn't need to. Didn't get in trouble with the Shuck or anything, not in the slightest, why would you think that... and if you heard anything like hesitation in his voice, it was clearly just your imagination. Totally fine. Completely. Never been better.]

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[notyetlegend]

[No, that's definitely hesitation she hears in her king's voice, and she can't help it but she smiles though he can't see it.]

I've always been successful with deer in th' past. Older ones, not th' young bucks.

[babbylon]

[A thoughtful hrmmm noise follows.]

A stag, perhaps? To make him less angr... err, to appease him?

[notyetlegend]

[She caught that, Gilgamesh.]

Aye, perhaps. Of course perhaps not everythin' will quell a god's anger.

[Merida pauses, thinking.]

You were revered as a god, were you not, my king? What appeased you?

[babbylon]

Well, beautiful virgins on my bed, of course!

[...what? That's what every god worth their divine salt wished for, right?]

[notyetlegend]

...Aside from th' virgins.

[Really, Gil? REALLY? Though she shouldn't be surprised.]

[babbylon]

[Damn. This was a difficult question. If he knew there was going to be a pop quiz involved, he would've brought notes.]

Gold, I suppose. Silks. Treasures worthy of my station. You're certain the virgins won't work? Even their flesh?

[notyetlegend]

Yes I'm certain.

[Well silks and treasures and gold wouldn't appease the Black Shuck, Merida had that feeling, and she wouldn't endorse blood sacrifices...]

I always build a fire at Samhain, when I make th' offering. [Fire magic wouldn't help this year.] Revere him by his other names rather than th' one we use.

[babbylon]

This is going to involve supplication, isn't it?

[Heavy. Sighing.]

Honestly, you make one valid comparison to yourself, and then Death goes and throws a fit. That's hardly what I'd call sporting.

[notyetlegend]

Aye, some.

[There's something in that that tells her there's much more to this, though.]

I'm not sure Death understands th' concept of sportin', my king.

[babbylon]

Perhaps he'd better understand my sword in his belly.

[Gilgamesh, no.]

[notyetlegend]

[Firmly;]

No.

[Then in less of a tone.]

It would only serve to anger him further. Whatever it is, it won't be solved by that.

[babbylon]

[Gilgamesh status: successfully scolded.]

How have you come to know so much of this creature? You speak of it as if in reverence.

[notyetlegend]

[Possibly one of the only people who could do such a thing and get away with it. Her voice grows a bit softer.]

He once gave me an answer to somethin' I was searchin' for, durin' my first month here. He's...a connection to my home, one of th' only ones I have.

[It sounds foolish she knows.]

[babbylon]

Merida. Speak honestly to me, with all frankness. As my subject. As my knight. As a bringer of truth and earnest word.

[A deep breath, and...]

Is this a being worthy of my respect?

[notyetlegend]

[She pauses, but there's no hesitance in her voice with the next words she speaks. She knows and understands that not everyone's experiences with the Shuck are like hers (she thinks of John and how he told her of Him ripping his shard out and making him His own).]

Yes, my king. I believe so.

[babbylon]

[...and then he lets that breath go, along with what remains of his pride.]

Then I will endeavor to earn his forgiveness. However that may come.

[notyetlegend]

[That makes her smile; even if she doesn't know everything, she can hazard a guess. She's proud of him, though she wouldn't tell him that with four other people on Appa.]

You will earn it, I'm sure. I believe in you.