Bliain Mhaith Úr
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brigid_moranBrigid spent most of the day at her wheel, focusing on nothing more than the clay between her fingers and not the decision that faced her when the old year gave way to the new. The decision that would set the course of the rest of her life - and whether that life would be measured in decades, or centuries.
In a way, she'd wished that Brigid hadn't given her so long to dwell on the idea. The past two weeks had been nothing more than a blur of of dawns and dusks while her mind tried to work out every facet of what her life would be like if she agreed; and then what it would be like if she didn't. Would she regret accepting? Would she regret not?
It was enough to drive a woman completely mental.
Still in a semi-fugue state, Brigid shut down the wheel, closed up her clay and supplies, and locked up the studio. As she still hadn't learned how to drive, she walked herself home in her bare feet - cold didn't seem to bother her any longer - and let her feet pull energy from the earth beneath her. The comfort of that connection, the welcome feel of every footfall, had peace taking place of the fugue.
When she reached her house and found the cloak draped over the rocking chair just outside her front door, she stood stock still where she stood for a full minute before approaching it and running her fingers over the impossibly soft velvet.
Brigid knew in that touch what her answer would be.
As she donned the cloak, she bent and put both hands to the ground. "Beidh mé."
There wasn't any lightning bolt, no ground shudder, but for the first time since finding the shrine in the forest, since travelling with Brigid, she felt right.
"Beidh mé," she said again, and looked up at the stars overhead as she heard the first calls of "Happy New Year" travel on the wind from town and the party at the lodge.
Mostly for Brigid's plot resolution, but if you want to talk to Brigid, she's in a pretty good mood
In a way, she'd wished that Brigid hadn't given her so long to dwell on the idea. The past two weeks had been nothing more than a blur of of dawns and dusks while her mind tried to work out every facet of what her life would be like if she agreed; and then what it would be like if she didn't. Would she regret accepting? Would she regret not?
It was enough to drive a woman completely mental.
Still in a semi-fugue state, Brigid shut down the wheel, closed up her clay and supplies, and locked up the studio. As she still hadn't learned how to drive, she walked herself home in her bare feet - cold didn't seem to bother her any longer - and let her feet pull energy from the earth beneath her. The comfort of that connection, the welcome feel of every footfall, had peace taking place of the fugue.
When she reached her house and found the cloak draped over the rocking chair just outside her front door, she stood stock still where she stood for a full minute before approaching it and running her fingers over the impossibly soft velvet.
Brigid knew in that touch what her answer would be.
As she donned the cloak, she bent and put both hands to the ground. "Beidh mé."
There wasn't any lightning bolt, no ground shudder, but for the first time since finding the shrine in the forest, since travelling with Brigid, she felt right.
"Beidh mé," she said again, and looked up at the stars overhead as she heard the first calls of "Happy New Year" travel on the wind from town and the party at the lodge.
Mostly for Brigid's plot resolution, but if you want to talk to Brigid, she's in a pretty good mood
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Date: 2015-01-06 06:21 pm (UTC)"I don't think we've had druids in these parts for a long time. But then I'm not in the up and up with the part of the family who makes it their business to find out everyone elses." Keira replied, she took a couple steps over before offering her hand. "I'm Keira Sullivan. You not going to the big party then?"
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Date: 2015-01-06 11:56 pm (UTC)"Pleasure t'meet ye, Keira Sullivan," Brigid smiled, wondering at the Irish surname but knew that there were many here in the States that might have started in Ireland but that those roots were too far back to bear more than a passing reference. Certainly the woman didn't carry an accent. But with the name, and the connection to the earth, she wondered if there might be some connection.
"I know it's a bit odd, t'think of an Irishwoman not bein out drinkin th'yanks under th'table, but I had other things callin me t'night. You?"
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Date: 2015-01-11 09:45 am (UTC)"I'm heading there now, my twin and my brother are there. No doubt drinking everyone else under the table," Keira replied with a smile. She understood though, other things calling. It was why she was here after all, making a detour. "You want to come with? They only charge an extortionate amount for a room. And who needs two kidneys anyway?"
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Date: 2015-01-11 01:23 pm (UTC)Brigid considered it, but shook her head when she felt the earth beneath her feet react negatively. "I need t'be stayin here for a bit yet, I think."
Whatever was happening with her acceptance of Brigid's mantle, it wasn't quite finished yet. Something told her that she'd probably be sleeping naked out here yet again.
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Date: 2015-01-11 04:33 pm (UTC)"Huh, someone wants you to stay. Party pooper," Keira replied, glancing at the earth below. Scuffing it with her toes, she smiled at her new acquaintance before waving. "I'll leave you to it but if you ever want to hang out, I work at the library so come say hi."
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Date: 2015-01-11 04:53 pm (UTC)"Aye, there is that," Brigid nodded, then cocked her head to the side at the woman. "Do ye have a moment? I'd like t'show ye somethin, see how it reacts t'you."
The shrine had welcomed Davin, had clearly wanted him there; but he knew Davin had a direct connection to Ireland, as well as the gods and goddesses of home. She wondered if this woman, with a less direct connection, would feel the same.