skill: seer (1/5) - aligned with the full moon.
There was some sort of balance at play. Her parents felt it, her sister felt it, she wondered as she looked at him in his little nest-made Altar, did Faolán feel it?
The days of her mother and brother's absence had scalded her. She had thought the world full of promise and something close to perfection. Without her mother and brother, then how could things be perfect? Saorlaith had struggled to find some shred of normalcy and her hiccuped little sobs at having to try and sleep without them - no amount of snuggling into Lestan or Eilidh had been enough. As if in some sort of protest of her emotional state, her little zips hovered just on the fringes of the den like little fireflies, but eventually they could not distract her at all. Eventually she stopped noticing them.
But when her mother and brother had returned to them it had seemed so strange to see all of her zips hovering over Faolan. Everyone worried over him, and there was yelling that had awoken her, but she could not remember all of it. It was too much to see the state of her mother and brother, to see their fragile and delicate bodies. She had never thought of either as fragile, let alone mortal, and her thoughts spiraled. And it felt wrong, the tension and dread that mixed with the acrid fear she could taste in the air.
It was not the same thing as the blood moon that they had all fed their worries to. For Saorlaith she had snuck out into a clearing and established her own wards. Her breath was quick in the cool of the night as she thought desperately of what she might offer the moon.
Faolan and Kirain both still needed to be made whole. And if Saorlaith could help that somehow, what better thing could she do?
The days of her mother and brother's absence had scalded her. She had thought the world full of promise and something close to perfection. Without her mother and brother, then how could things be perfect? Saorlaith had struggled to find some shred of normalcy and her hiccuped little sobs at having to try and sleep without them - no amount of snuggling into Lestan or Eilidh had been enough. As if in some sort of protest of her emotional state, her little zips hovered just on the fringes of the den like little fireflies, but eventually they could not distract her at all. Eventually she stopped noticing them.
But when her mother and brother had returned to them it had seemed so strange to see all of her zips hovering over Faolan. Everyone worried over him, and there was yelling that had awoken her, but she could not remember all of it. It was too much to see the state of her mother and brother, to see their fragile and delicate bodies. She had never thought of either as fragile, let alone mortal, and her thoughts spiraled. And it felt wrong, the tension and dread that mixed with the acrid fear she could taste in the air.
It was not the same thing as the blood moon that they had all fed their worries to. For Saorlaith she had snuck out into a clearing and established her own wards. Her breath was quick in the cool of the night as she thought desperately of what she might offer the moon.
What is...what is enough?It was a near desperately offered question and the silence of the night gave her no hints. A whisper, so soft in the back of her mind, told her she knew. What if she....what if she promised to listen? What if she promised with her entire heart
Ansin is féidir leat mé a bheith agat. Le do thoil, le do thoil! Beannaigh é. Sábháil é!To beg, to plead with all she was - Saorlaith lifted her voice higher.
Faolan and Kirain both still needed to be made whole. And if Saorlaith could help that somehow, what better thing could she do?