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I sent it in. Enjoy!
(Any references to actual priests boinking in the woods is purely
coincidental. (It really is!))
Oh. And Deksar and Budius. I went a different way with it.
*Kathy pokes through her hard drive*
"Woah, when did I write this? Hm....."
*type type type copy paste copy paste*
And, if it still sucks, seriously, what's the worst that can happen?
Aisling Love: Gift of the Tuatha de Danaan
Together they lay, lounging in the pink and green bushes of personaca,
watching the friendly bees alighting on the giant bushes of betony, only to
rise, heavy and yellow with pollen, and search out another flower. The wind
blew cool on their fevered flesh, drying their salty sweat, easing them both
into a quiet state of meditation. Small green snakes slithered through the
crimson hydele plants, their forked tongues flicking out nervously,
Turning her gaze from the cloudless sky, the young aisling laid her
head upon her lover, listening contentedly to his heartbeat, thumping strong
in his chest. His hand traced lazy patterns on her bare back, following the
lines of her overexerted muscles. Lulled by the sound of his heart in her
ear and the soft tickling of his priestly fingers, she shut her eyes, just
to rest a moment, and drifted into an uninterrupted dream.
From under the flower petals, faerie eyes glittered. In the east, the
moon slowly rose over the hills.
Humanity lived in harmony with all that was. Whether out of goodness, or
lack of need, no one was tempted to lose his soul for wont of power.
There is an ancient legend told in the oldest scrolls. These scrolls
are undated and filled with stories of golden streets, of the joys of
everyday living. Love flowed through the streets and hearts were light. They
are pure pieces of unbridled creativity, without shame or the slightest
trace of anger, lacking even the subtlest hint of unpleasantness. No one can
question a utopia if they know no other way. This was the land of Hy-brasyl,
and few texts remain. They are scribed, most strangely, in an ancient tongue
older than the language of the tuatha, and they are of a tiny script,
unusually small for Aisling eyes. They can not be read comfortably without
the use of an orb of polished glass.
Primarily due to these strange scrolls, a fable was born. Some scholars
say that the hands of the fae wrote this, and that the faeries of today are
descended directly from these refugees from Hy-Brasyl. If one believes in
this fable, then that would mean that the fae which flitter gleefully about
our glades belong to a civilization which has existed relatively undisturbed
for nearly three thousand years.
Danaan and the Tuatha
All love, both Glioca's and that of the wee faerie folk, comes from the
same initial source: Danaan.
Danaan is, as all Aislings know, the Goddess of Light. It is she who
selflessly sacrificed herself for the creation of the Aisling. But, as the
recent Eulogy teaches us, Danaan is not some far-distant goddess who
slumbers without knowledge of our world. Danaan's kiss has taught us many
things, has strengthened our bodies and given us grace under pressure along
with the strength to withstand all things, and to quietly consider the
meanings behind them. Danaan is here and in Temuair, her light and love
brought to us through the actions of her children.
The original Tuatha de Danaan, those magical folk who came from stormy
seas to bring to Temuair their elemental magic, to lead to the rise of the
venerable civilization of Hy-Brasyl.
Where did they come from? In truth, it
is not known where they originated on this great green and blue disk, but it
is becoming clearer now, with continuing research into the star charts they
are said to have brought with them, that they definitely came from the
north, true north, where lies the foot of Kadath, home of the gods. They
were the Tuatha de Danaan, willingly created as human, touched by the pure
white light of Danaan.
Glioca, it may be assumed from her origins, is too a member of that
venerable race. It is said that she leapt from Danaan, born of her divine
body. As the shrine attendants tell us with glee, as Danaan is the Sun,
Glioca is the moon. Danaan is the goddess of all that is under the sun,
divine or mortal. This is very much like the story of the creation of
Temuair, which says that during the first times, the sun gave birth to the
moon, so that the skies could be lit even as she slept. This holds true, for
even as Danaan sleeps after her sacrifice, Glioca shows Aislings her love,
keeping the darkness at bay.
Glioca keeps a close relationship with her sisters and brothers, the
fae. She demonstrates her closeness to these almost-divine siblings by
keeping the recipe for their faerie wine close at hand, ready to be mixed as
beothaich deum for the helpless unconscious. Also, as a tribute to their
shared mother, the Tuatha are the patron creatures of Glioca. They come
brightly to her worshippers' distressed cries, their faerie wings tickling
as they fly about one's head, seeking to assist those in need, no matter how
want they are to remain in the glades, peeking out from beneath the delicate
pink personaca petals.
Expressions of Aisling Love
While there are two ways of expressing love commonly in use in Temuair,
they are of vastly different circumstances. The first, and more inherently
romantic of the two, is the joining in the glade not far from the enchanted
gardens. This is an ancient expression of a romantic love between two
people, male or female. It is a permanent entry upon one's legend, and a
commitment not to be entered into lightly, nor is it ever, often. To have
the blessings of the fae is considered by some the highest honor an Aisling
may receive in their lifetime.
The other is a ceremony of marriage in the
Church of Glioca in Mileth village. It is a more mundane ceremony,
originating in the need for an heir to the land possessed by the father of
the groom. After this ceremony, your legend reads not of love, but of having
completed a ceremony, a very different thing.
Herein lies the conundrum. These newly-unearthed scrolls speak of the
fae as descendants of Hy-Brasyl, yet it is also a long-held belief by any
scholar that we ourselves, as Aislings, are descendants of this mysterious
time. It may be concluded, that we are the descendants of the Tuatha de
Danaan, as was mentioned above. What of love, then? What is love to us? We
are the Tuatha, touched by the spark of Deoch, quickened by the love and
light of Danaan. We can, and should, share this gift of love to all who
pass, to celebrate our humble faerie beginnings but also to share in the
pride of magick, to know that we were all blessed by Danaan, the Creator. We
were given this love, this life, this heart to share. Go forth and love.
There is no better worship, nor any better gift than to love.
~ Cliona Malkier al' Fae