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мerιda oғ dυnвrocн ([personal profile] notyetlegend) wrote in [community profile] eachdraidh2015-07-18 01:31 pm

seventh arrow → VIDEO → Seelie / Hermionenet

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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[personal profile] skjalf 2015-07-23 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
It is not my welfare I bid you to be concerned for, Merida; but your own. I would miss you, if we were to lose contact again. For me, it is a risk I take with others. And gladly so.

One I would take for you without question. But that is me, and you may not wish to take the same risks as I.

( She quiets, emotion hitting her with the weight of one of those great blocks which form Stonehenge square in the chest. So that she can hardly breathe, move or think.

Does she want to lose Merida? The answer would be a resounding, unanimous never. But that is not entirely up to her, is it? )


I will, you have my word. If.. ( She blinks back tears, and finds it difficult not to shed them in this case. Damn this entire situation. ) If this should be the last time we should ever speak, please never forget how dear you are to me.

We are from the same land, you and I, and share a kinship of a sort. I will never forget it, nor the kindness you have always shown me. You have a special place in my hart.
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[personal profile] skjalf 2015-07-24 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
No—no. ( She is not on display before eight hundred strangers any longer. Here, there is but she and Merida. And her heart is deciding that no, she cannot bear another loss after all. Even if it is to politics, and not to Death or disappearance.

She sucks in a sharp breath and she shakes her head once, but it is enough. )


This will not be the last occasion upon which we shall speak, Merida. I refuse to believe it! I know not when, or how, but this is not farewell. I will not say it.

( She smiles now, warm and bright. ) As you are mine. That is how I know this is not good-bye.

No matter what happens henceforth, or where we go, that will never change. Come Samhain, I will hope to meet again.