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(no subject) [Oct. 20th, 2004|08:26 pm]
Vallaria ni Ciara
[mood |lonelylonely]

Aidan and Darian have been gone for weeks now, and it's so lonely without them. I keep finding myself wondering what they're doing over there. And it's cold at night without Darian here.

I'm trying to keep the villagers safe, but they're frightened to go into the woods. I think I'm going to have a long talk with Aidan when he gets back. A little caution is fine, but he's so paranoid sometimes!

Brigid is doing well; her baby should be born in another moon or two. She's so happy with this pregnancy, and has promised to offer the child as a fosterling when she (or he) is old enough. That should please Lady Illyrie.

The stillrooms are well-stocked, and Galatea's promised to bring me some of the rarer plants from her grove. That'll be most welcome; the fosterlings seem to get coughs and chills much more easily this time of year. Fortunately, I've stocked up on remedies for them.

I need to check up on Elspeth and give her her medicine now, so I'll stop here.
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And so it begins... [Aug. 6th, 2004|09:55 am]
Vallaria ni Ciara
[mood |contemplativecontemplative]

It is here that I, Vallaria ni Ciara, of Dun Caorthann, tell my story. Listen well, for I will not repeat this.

Many years past, Ciara ni Deirdre, Spring Maiden of Dun Sobhrach, chanced to walk amongst the mortals. Her eye fell upon a youth named Eoghann, and found him most comely and fair. So fair, indeed, that she gave him the friendship of her thighs. Then she returned to Dun Sobhrach, and no doubt Eoghann thought the night he shared with her naught but a pleasant dream.

It was some moons afterward that Ciara learned her womb had been quickened that night. Shunned by her family for having lain with a human, she fled Dun Sobhrach, coming at last to Dun Caorthann while heavy with child.

Ciara's labor lasted nearly all day; at dusk, she gave birth to a boy with eyes as green as a cat's, who gave a cry as loud as any of the warriors in the Dun. But Ciara's labor was not yet at an end; the child was tended and put aside, as the women of the Dun strove to aid his mother.

As dawn spread its rosy fingers over the horizon, Ciara brought forth a girl-child, with skin as pale as milk and eyes the vivid blue of a springtime's twilight.

That girl-child was me.
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