Not that any of them had a chance with me. [Many suitors tried, at least.
She sobers a little at his question, her mind briefly going over her time at Bru na Boinne and Tara.]
A fair bit. It was with a god my husband took house in growing up, and the gods of our land have never been shy of us in Eire.
But my story is of Cormac, King of Tara through hard won will, and the call to him Manannan mac Lir made.
[Grainne settles back in her seat, thinking to the tales told to her during her childhood, and what she remembered herself of her part in the story. Her tone takes on a softer, far away sound, hinting at misty memories and figures glimpsed through the fogs of time.]
It was a day where he walked alone in Teamhair, his hounds and warriors and servants occupied with their tasks. A strange man walked toward him. This stranger was of stately bearing, with gray hair and a shirt of gold thread, and on his feet where shining boots of bronze. A branch rested on his shoulder, full of red-gold apples, which sounded sweet enough when shaken to make a heart forget all its troubles.
[She pauses here, head tilting. She has set the scene and characters, but it has been a long time since she's told this story in particular. It's never been very popular among the children of Ceis Corran.]
Cormac greeted this man, and asked whence he came. It was a land of truth, where there was no decay, or sadness, or any of those things that which plague human hearts.
Being of a kind nature, Cormac offered the man his friendship, who readily gave his in return, but in doing so, Cormac asked for the branch of apples upon the man's shoulder.
"I will, if you give me these three things for which I ask." The man said. "Indeed, I accept." Said Cormac, without knowing where or what the stranger would take in exchange.
And then the stranger left, having given the branch of apples, and Cormac returned to his duties and shook the branch about, easing the fretting of his subjects where he may.
[Another slight pause, with Grainne checking the locket to gauge the golden one's reaction so far.]
Shall I continue, or is the story beneath your notice?
no subject
She sobers a little at his question, her mind briefly going over her time at Bru na Boinne and Tara.]
A fair bit. It was with a god my husband took house in growing up, and the gods of our land have never been shy of us in Eire.
But my story is of Cormac, King of Tara through hard won will, and the call to him Manannan mac Lir made.
[Grainne settles back in her seat, thinking to the tales told to her during her childhood, and what she remembered herself of her part in the story. Her tone takes on a softer, far away sound, hinting at misty memories and figures glimpsed through the fogs of time.]
It was a day where he walked alone in Teamhair, his hounds and warriors and servants occupied with their tasks. A strange man walked toward him. This stranger was of stately bearing, with gray hair and a shirt of gold thread, and on his feet where shining boots of bronze. A branch rested on his shoulder, full of red-gold apples, which sounded sweet enough when shaken to make a heart forget all its troubles.
[She pauses here, head tilting. She has set the scene and characters, but it has been a long time since she's told this story in particular. It's never been very popular among the children of Ceis Corran.]
Cormac greeted this man, and asked whence he came. It was a land of truth, where there was no decay, or sadness, or any of those things that which plague human hearts.
Being of a kind nature, Cormac offered the man his friendship, who readily gave his in return, but in doing so, Cormac asked for the branch of apples upon the man's shoulder.
"I will, if you give me these three things for which I ask." The man said. "Indeed, I accept." Said Cormac, without knowing where or what the stranger would take in exchange.
And then the stranger left, having given the branch of apples, and Cormac returned to his duties and shook the branch about, easing the fretting of his subjects where he may.
[Another slight pause, with Grainne checking the locket to gauge the golden one's reaction so far.]
Shall I continue, or is the story beneath your notice?