Stavanger Bay blood and wine

his intense stare was not met. she looked back into his own fierce eyes for a moment before she turned to look back to the treeline of donnelaith, where safety stood. but soon the man lay prone before her, and once he had spoken deirdre turned back to him. she nodded, understanding the message in his words, and did not delay any further. some things, they may sting, she forewarned. and then the young beauty set to work!

she was gentle and slow, wanting to be sure she cleansed his wound properly. though the sight of the mark made her feel nauseous and ill at ease, she worked as she had seen her eilidh and blue willow work. there was, as she moved around the wounds, no sign of her discomfort, if only because she remembered her mothers features and telling her to in these moments keep calm, to not worry the others they might work on.

deirdre moved toward the ocean again to grab seaweed; she knew of its healing properties. whatever else she might need she grabbed, too, from the ocean. and once more she worked upon him, murmuring little enchantments to against the seaweed to bless it, that it might quicken the mans wound to close. it took time, and then she pressed it upon him again with a gentleness that few wielded. against the seaweed would be a sticky substance that would cling to his furs, and a salve made by the sea that would prevent infection.

she withdrew and smiled to him. it is done, informed deirdre quietly. so that the seaweed does not come off of you, you must avoid wetting the areas for two moons. but two nights he must wait, and she thought of his offer to her. i can return to you then, and we may fish, if you feel it is well.