celtic lore

Under the tutelage of her family and the druids did the woman learn of ancient myth and old truths. To doubt them was to doubt her own existence and she had never considered such a thing, even when the words of those not of this place did not ever reach her ears. She was young. There was time.

Where she had come from was quite far. Daily, she wished to return home. But this was one journey she must make. The druids told of it, long before she was born, and nightly so was she. And when the day came that she reached the proper age to go, Caoimhe left as was bid. Find them, she was told. For this is not their only resting place. You must rouse them when you do, and tend to them. Do not get lost; do not let the fey take you.

They told her nothing more. Not of reasons, not of how long she was meant to stay, not of anything. It was to happen in this miserable season. Caoimhe, the first of mixed blood and the last of her mothers spiritual line, was alone in this. And she had felt nothing of the ancient spirits, so in her travels she was desolate and felt very much abandoned by the only thing she felt she had ever loved and needed. But she was not to live in comfort.

[font=georgia]It was a cold day. The sylph had traveled long to come to this place. But as she saw it, she knew at once that it was the place she sought. She felt some presence here, and she, the intoxicated worshiper, fell into the throes of it. To Caoimhe it was not nameless. The Old Ones were here. Sometimes one might be lucky enough to see one, luckier still to commune with them. The youth had no such fortune, not as her mother or her eldest sister did. Caoimhe was offered something somehow greater. A child of prophecy, she had much to fulfill. She was not privy to the whisper of spirits, but she could not help but wish that one day she would be. Caoimhe listened keenly, and the tendrils upon the earth looked as though they were reaching for her; she heeded them, silently, doe-eyed. Come, come, they seemed to lure, and she moved through the mists, charmed by the welcome she felt in the forests arms.