[ That she focuses on specifically due to cultural importance! It is important to her - knowledge is shared never kept from others. If there is question to be had - one must ask it. If there is something to learn - you must learn it. Such is the way of the Tuatha de - chroniclers of the old ways. She must, due to duty, share their truths. As such, Caoimhe happily hops into attempting to do so. A sort of story telling way. ]
Partnerships of love, especially - ah Romantic love! Matter not distance or even dimensional planes. Or even in Death... If someone passes on, it is not that you are not their lover - even in death you still are. There is no end to said partnership.
It is rare to see one come to an end - but I suppose it is not unheard of?
Can one be rid of the Ocean Wholly?
[ She muses the question out loud in speak, as in druidic it would not have worked. At this point Caoimhe moves her arms about in fluid movements, a sort of performance. She enacts an old dance from her people. Her wrists look as if they spin around and her arms are magically ebbing from her shoulders down along toward her wrists. She leans forward to one side, shutting her smiling. ]
Our people do not believe in ends such as this, most lovers keep each other and if that love recedes - like the ocean waves.
Or If the love's winds are not as strong, it merely means love has changed. It is not gone, love can never be.
"Even if it turns into Hate - for what is hate but love transformed?" Maeve use to tell me this.
She says - it simply moves into a new form. Love is endless and flows like the water - a river stream bleeding into the ocean.
[ Caoimhe folds her hands back onto her lap. ]
That said I am still learning about Love, it takes a Shaman centuries before they can preach the words of Emer. I can only speak on a slither of her knowledge.
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[ That she focuses on specifically due to cultural importance! It is important to her - knowledge is shared never kept from others. If there is question to be had - one must ask it. If there is something to learn - you must learn it. Such is the way of the Tuatha de - chroniclers of the old ways. She must, due to duty, share their truths. As such, Caoimhe happily hops into attempting to do so. A sort of story telling way. ]
Partnerships of love, especially - ah Romantic love! Matter not distance or even dimensional planes. Or even in Death... If someone passes on, it is not that you are not their lover - even in death you still are. There is no end to said partnership.
It is rare to see one come to an end - but I suppose it is not unheard of?
Can one be rid of the Ocean Wholly?
[ She muses the question out loud in speak, as in druidic it would not have worked. At this point Caoimhe moves her arms about in fluid movements, a sort of performance. She enacts an old dance from her people. Her wrists look as if they spin around and her arms are magically ebbing from her shoulders down along toward her wrists. She leans forward to one side, shutting her smiling. ]
Our people do not believe in ends such as this, most lovers keep each other and if that love recedes - like the ocean waves.
Or If the love's winds are not as strong, it merely means love has changed. It is not gone, love can never be.
"Even if it turns into Hate - for what is hate but love transformed?" Maeve use to tell me this.
She says - it simply moves into a new form. Love is endless and flows like the water - a river stream bleeding into the ocean.
[ Caoimhe folds her hands back onto her lap. ]
That said I am still learning about Love, it takes a Shaman centuries before they can preach the words of Emer. I can only speak on a slither of her knowledge.