[ The rising sound of anger begins to bellow within the thresholds of this strange girls voice. Akin to the receding of ocean waves before an impending tempest. This girl within the forest had been found in tattered clothing, with a weak and gentle voice, and a mystery veiled about her that Caoimhe knew nothing of.
To her, Caoimhe, she saw a young girl needing help. In this forest and strange Grove, speaking as if she were a woman trapped by a over arching power that did not let her go. Caoimhe knew of relationships like this, the Tuatha de often would free women bounded by them. Especially within the Kingdom of North West. A place where Elves were often kidnapped and sold to slave trade.
Everyone within here seemed to need help. It was a simple concept, understood by her at least that much. Deviating from this standard, meant there were complexities needing to be found. Mysteries to unfold. In this moment, as the others voice becomes stronger. When moments before it had been weak, and uncertain - afraid even. Caoimhe is gladden.
To see that this person was still able to have strength, still able to find a part of herself despite coming off as someone who did not belong to, them self. That she was 'owned' by the forest in some way. It makes Caoimhe glad, it makes her not lose hope - and she feels that even - yes her, can be saved.
Caoimhe does not say her quiet thoughts out loud. ]
... I.. Do you mean..? The magic I detect within this - is attuned to certain people they were made for?
[ It is not unheard of, magic items sworn to an attunement to one person. Unable to be used otherwise. It just means the magic item is powerful, more powerful than she originally thought. ]
How... Why were you, able to know we won and then.. Made the item for us?
[ Its a simple question, by her dejections from the way the other speaks. Caoimhe presumes that 'we' is the forest. That perhaps, in some ways, she, works along side the forest. ]
Ah... Your name.. What is your name?
[ Caoimhe wonders... A bit... Thinking still the place like the Fae Wilds - should she give her true name? She knows even here, there are stories of names being taken. Even at home there are legends and myths of the Fae taking names if you give them. ]
Y-You can call me, Emer..
[ It was strange... To use potentially her mothers own name. The Primodial of Winds and Skyies, ensnared by the Beast quelling his powers from destroying all planes. Though, she is not sure if Emer is her mother - she has a hunch that when Beithir spoke to her, before she arrived here... That ... There was much to be revealed regarding the truth of her origins, then she ever could understand.
A part of her wondered too... Did this girl, already know her name? She sits on her knees. With hands now on her lap, covering the wishing bone artifact she had intended to give back to her. ]
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To her, Caoimhe, she saw a young girl needing help. In this forest and strange Grove, speaking as if she were a woman trapped by a over arching power that did not let her go. Caoimhe knew of relationships like this, the Tuatha de often would free women bounded by them. Especially within the Kingdom of North West. A place where Elves were often kidnapped and sold to slave trade.
Everyone within here seemed to need help. It was a simple concept, understood by her at least that much. Deviating from this standard, meant there were complexities needing to be found. Mysteries to unfold. In this moment, as the others voice becomes stronger. When moments before it had been weak, and uncertain - afraid even. Caoimhe is gladden.
To see that this person was still able to have strength, still able to find a part of herself despite coming off as someone who did not belong to, them self. That she was 'owned' by the forest in some way. It makes Caoimhe glad, it makes her not lose hope - and she feels that even - yes her, can be saved.
Caoimhe does not say her quiet thoughts out loud. ]
... I.. Do you mean..? The magic I detect within this - is attuned to certain people they were made for?
[ It is not unheard of, magic items sworn to an attunement to one person. Unable to be used otherwise. It just means the magic item is powerful, more powerful than she originally thought. ]
How... Why were you, able to know we won and then.. Made the item for us?
[ Its a simple question, by her dejections from the way the other speaks. Caoimhe presumes that 'we' is the forest. That perhaps, in some ways, she, works along side the forest. ]
Ah... Your name.. What is your name?
[ Caoimhe wonders... A bit... Thinking still the place like the Fae Wilds - should she give her true name? She knows even here, there are stories of names being taken. Even at home there are legends and myths of the Fae taking names if you give them. ]
Y-You can call me, Emer..
[ It was strange... To use potentially her mothers own name. The Primodial of Winds and Skyies, ensnared by the Beast quelling his powers from destroying all planes. Though, she is not sure if Emer is her mother - she has a hunch that when Beithir spoke to her, before she arrived here... That ... There was much to be revealed regarding the truth of her origins, then she ever could understand.
A part of her wondered too... Did this girl, already know her name? She sits on her knees. With hands now on her lap, covering the wishing bone artifact she had intended to give back to her. ]