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brigid_moran) wrote2014-10-12 10:31 am
brigid_moran) wrote2014-10-12 10:31 am
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Brigid awoke in the woods near her house.
It wasn't the first time she'd done so, not here and not at home. Being so connected to the Earth meant that often she'd hike in the outdoors and sometimes rest herself against a tree and fall into a nap, or even full sleep.
This was, though, the first time she'd awakened at the sun's rise, naked as the day she was born, with no knowledge of how she'd gotten there.
"Right then. Somethin's more than a little off with ye, lass," she told herself even though there was no one around to hear her but the trees.
There was something else off, or maybe on was a better word for it. She felt rested, truly rested, for the first time in weeks. As she sat, then stood up and stretched, Brigid did a little self-inventory and smiled. Gone was the nagging fatigue, the fuzziness in her mind. Instead, there was a feeling of being able to take on anything that came her way.
She laughed and dashed for the water for a quick ocean swim as the sun cleared the horizon. She'd revel in the water a bit, change, then head in to the shop. Her fingers nearly itched to get to her clay, to see what it would tell her to create today.
Find Brigid either running/swimming naked near her house, or later at her shop bent over her wheel
It wasn't the first time she'd done so, not here and not at home. Being so connected to the Earth meant that often she'd hike in the outdoors and sometimes rest herself against a tree and fall into a nap, or even full sleep.
This was, though, the first time she'd awakened at the sun's rise, naked as the day she was born, with no knowledge of how she'd gotten there.
"Right then. Somethin's more than a little off with ye, lass," she told herself even though there was no one around to hear her but the trees.
There was something else off, or maybe on was a better word for it. She felt rested, truly rested, for the first time in weeks. As she sat, then stood up and stretched, Brigid did a little self-inventory and smiled. Gone was the nagging fatigue, the fuzziness in her mind. Instead, there was a feeling of being able to take on anything that came her way.
She laughed and dashed for the water for a quick ocean swim as the sun cleared the horizon. She'd revel in the water a bit, change, then head in to the shop. Her fingers nearly itched to get to her clay, to see what it would tell her to create today.
Find Brigid either running/swimming naked near her house, or later at her shop bent over her wheel
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"Sometimes that's th'smarest way t'handle power newly recognized, I'd think," Brigid nodded, approving. "We're born with our gifts in m'family, and have full use of 'em from th'time we're old enough t'form th'words t'summon them. I would like t'speak with yer gran, though. Maybe we have some acquaintances in common, yer family and mine."
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He grins proudly and takes another long sip of her tea. Being around Brigid makes him feel like he's back in Ireland, and he thrives on it. "I'll set somethin' up."