celtic lore

This discovery was a great one, and Caoimhe understood it was here she must remain, Their words reverberating in her bones. Caoimhe was young, yes, and she was not even an old soul, but her teachings were ancient and her knowledge of Them gleaned and given freely by the others who truly knew Them. It was only now these beings spoke to her, if what occurred could be called that. 

The young woman turned when her praises lapsed to silence, touching her snout to a root and feeling the power there. It would be a slow awakening; she alone could not do it. Perhaps this one might aid her, perhaps this man was a key part of her path. Something to show for the months of nothingness! But that was too much, Caoimhe felt. She had found what she felt to be an abandoned Nemeton, a sanctuary. 

Still, she was hopeful. Hopeful that in this world, in her ways, she was not alone. Caoimhe waited for his own dream to finish, but drew nearer to him, helpless to the draw, their link.