A hand, her hand again - finds itself pressing against cloth and then against his firm chest, "Then you must come! Come, let us go at once!"
Caoimhe has no strength, but she has all the strength in the world she needs to take a beggar man she knows nothing of, clothed in strange expensive but dirty clothing, and drag him along into a world he knows nothing of. Experiences await him, and what transformations may come of it - Caoimhe is only excited to gift to him. So is her way, as someone from the Tuatha de Muiren. Of one who regales and finds their heart with the Patron deity of Emer, the God of Skies and Warm Winds.
Delicate hands grip what is his, and she tugs him with all her strength. Which is a gentle and most guiding tug.
"It is a time to shed your stories, and dance with song! If you do, all the sins and dwellings that lay deep in your heart that are burdened by whatever dark sins lay there - like the moon when it crescents before us." As if the Moon were burdened always with sins that are unspoken, encompassed by what consumes it as it tries to be whole again. "Such feelings will leave from you, and the Beast will not come to beckon you into its shadows. Come, we love adventurers! It is your ilk of stories we sing of, and keep always to teach others things that they need not do, and things, that they can learn from."
Her earnest words are strange, should be, to anyone who hears them and knows nothing of her Gods or ways, "Oh! Of course, I simply know that those who adventure are full of such burdens. We see them in plenty, you are not alone in your plights. That is why we welcome you, and your stories, that is why I insist that you come!"
She is full of vigor, attempting to tug him towards her and further away from the center city. As if implying they were leaving, farther away from the festivities of song and joy, that could be heard there. However, Caoimhe, was bringing him to her people - to her home. To the outside walls where the most, fun is to be had. A secret place, it would feel like, into a world unlike anything he has ever seen before.
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Caoimhe has no strength, but she has all the strength in the world she needs to take a beggar man she knows nothing of, clothed in strange expensive but dirty clothing, and drag him along into a world he knows nothing of. Experiences await him, and what transformations may come of it - Caoimhe is only excited to gift to him. So is her way, as someone from the Tuatha de Muiren. Of one who regales and finds their heart with the Patron deity of Emer, the God of Skies and Warm Winds.
Delicate hands grip what is his, and she tugs him with all her strength. Which is a gentle and most guiding tug.
"It is a time to shed your stories, and dance with song! If you do, all the sins and dwellings that lay deep in your heart that are burdened by whatever dark sins lay there - like the moon when it crescents before us." As if the Moon were burdened always with sins that are unspoken, encompassed by what consumes it as it tries to be whole again. "Such feelings will leave from you, and the Beast will not come to beckon you into its shadows. Come, we love adventurers! It is your ilk of stories we sing of, and keep always to teach others things that they need not do, and things, that they can learn from."
Her earnest words are strange, should be, to anyone who hears them and knows nothing of her Gods or ways, "Oh! Of course, I simply know that those who adventure are full of such burdens. We see them in plenty, you are not alone in your plights. That is why we welcome you, and your stories, that is why I insist that you come!"
She is full of vigor, attempting to tug him towards her and further away from the center city. As if implying they were leaving, farther away from the festivities of song and joy, that could be heard there. However, Caoimhe, was bringing him to her people - to her home. To the outside walls where the most, fun is to be had. A secret place, it would feel like, into a world unlike anything he has ever seen before.