celtic lore

She had not gotten very far. 

Caoimhe lingered before a great tree. Its size was incomprehensible, and there were no proper words to describe it as to understand it perfectly, as to see it as you would before your own eyes. Gargantuan, massive, enormous; none of these words suited it. Its immensity was overwhelming, and its veins were only just exposed. And so it was true: The Old Ones were here! It was hard to tell whether they were the runaway Fenian's or those she had heard praise (yet reverent fear) of, but Caoimhe knew it would be discovered, for Whoever it was welcomed her acknowledgment, her knowingness, she felt in her heart! Caoimhe settled among the roots, a quiet prayer of thanks, of adoration, murmured under her breath.