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Dec. 20th, 2014 08:16 pmBrigid was getting used to waking in the woods; even waking naked in the woods. No matter where she slept, or what she'd worn to bed, four nights out of seven she'd wake in the leaves. Ironically, those were the only mornings she felt rested when she woke. Any time she opened her eyes in her bedroom, she'd feel as though she'd never slept at all.
This morning, however, something was different. She awoke just as dawn was beginning to lighten the sky, but she wasn't in the leaves and she wasn't in her bed. She was standing before a stone shrine she'd seen only once in her life and not in this country.
She could feel the iciness of the ground beneath her bare feet, but the air on her skin was warm, the light around the stone circle golden...as was the corona around the woman standing there.
"Ah, you're awake then," the woman addressed her in old Irish.
Once the woman had spoken, Brigid knew she was speaking to her namesake and she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do. Kneeling or bowing didn't seem right, but neither did standing like an eejit just staring at the woman.
"I am, yes," she answered at last. "May I ask where I am?"
"Same place you were when you lay your head to sleep last night, but you've finished your work and it's time for me to explain it."
"My work?" Brigid asked, confusing pulling her brows together.
"Aye, lass. You've been building this shrine as you slept for the better part of the last two months and now that it's complete, it's time for me to explain just who you are, and why you'll need this place. Come to me, child. I have much to tell you."
Brigid went.
An hour later, or maybe several hours later, Brigid dropped down at the water's edge and stared out over the horizon, pulling heat from the rising sun, stunned to the point of silence.
Find Brigid sitting on the beach looking out over the water. She might be a little slow to respond, because she's really deep in thought at the moment, but she's open to talking to anyone.
This morning, however, something was different. She awoke just as dawn was beginning to lighten the sky, but she wasn't in the leaves and she wasn't in her bed. She was standing before a stone shrine she'd seen only once in her life and not in this country.
She could feel the iciness of the ground beneath her bare feet, but the air on her skin was warm, the light around the stone circle golden...as was the corona around the woman standing there.
"Ah, you're awake then," the woman addressed her in old Irish.
Once the woman had spoken, Brigid knew she was speaking to her namesake and she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do. Kneeling or bowing didn't seem right, but neither did standing like an eejit just staring at the woman.
"I am, yes," she answered at last. "May I ask where I am?"
"Same place you were when you lay your head to sleep last night, but you've finished your work and it's time for me to explain it."
"My work?" Brigid asked, confusing pulling her brows together.
"Aye, lass. You've been building this shrine as you slept for the better part of the last two months and now that it's complete, it's time for me to explain just who you are, and why you'll need this place. Come to me, child. I have much to tell you."
Brigid went.
An hour later, or maybe several hours later, Brigid dropped down at the water's edge and stared out over the horizon, pulling heat from the rising sun, stunned to the point of silence.
Find Brigid sitting on the beach looking out over the water. She might be a little slow to respond, because she's really deep in thought at the moment, but she's open to talking to anyone.