grainne
And if one day she comes to you
Drink deeply from her words so wise
Drink deeply from her words so wise
She was not a mare known for her gentle tongue and soft words(she was not truly a mare known for anything, honestly, save perhaps her mystery and solitary nature), moreso when she perceived an insult to her person or the Gods themselves, however even her temper softened and waned at his apparently heartfelt apology, laying flat the 'feathers' he had ruffled although her sharp eyes remained just so. At his flattery, they seemed to grow brighter, fiercer in their intensity as she studied him, and her voice was velvet sheathing a knife. "How right you are, though you do not know it." There was dry, twisted sarcasm in her words, a bitterness strung out from a measure of time. He moved smoothly past the flattery and she allowed it to drop as well, a soft scoff escaping her at his confession that he didn't really know what he was doing. Hopefully he at least knew where he was.
The witch watched him as he began to tentatively move further into the temple, and she made no move to bar his way as he explored. She didn't know why she felt so bitter, so caustic, moreso than she was normally, but she chose not to dwell on it as he spoke the magic words, words that (although he did not know it) softened her attitude towards him. "I do believe that is the wisest thing you have said to me thus-far." She drawled, flicking an ear as she looked to the effigies of the silent Gods she adored and worshiped, her thoughts slowly turning as she mulled over the request. How often was she asked for guidance anymore? How often did worshipers come to the shrines and to the mare who tended them and asked her for knowledge?
It was, she supposed, her own fault for keeping her silence and seclusion for so long.
Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, she turned to regard him once more, before inclining her head in a gentle gesture of acceptance. "Of course, I cannot teach you everything in a single day, but I will tell you enough that you do not appear a bumbling fool before the Gods and their few, devoted followers." Her words were still sharp, crisp, but the bite had been gentled in their deliverance. Grainne turned away from him, to face the statues before them. "You stand before the Altar of the Gods, and they are as follows;" she turned her head, starting with the God who began it all, "Tempus, the God of Time and Father of All. Then, from a union with a goddess unknown, he made three children." Her head turned to the blue-gold statue then. "Oriens, the God of the Dawn. He bade the sun to rise, and he was the most inquisitive of the Gods. Next," She moved to the statue of jagged gold, brilliant in the light, "is Solis, the God of the Day. It was his duty to keep the sun in the sky until such time as the day ebbs, where he would cast the sun on his sister," her head turned to the fourth statue, "Vespera, Lady of the Dusk. She would lay the sun to rest and bring on twilight, the final warning before Night falls."
She took a deep breath then, casting her gaze to the darkest statue, her voice soft, gentle, and a touch more reverent. "Then, there is Calligo, the Goddess of the Night. Tempus, in his wisdom, sought a balance to the powers of the Daytime and returned to Novus with Calligo, his solution and counter to the upset balance. And for a time, all was well." She lowered her head, regarding him. "That is the simplified description of the Gods, about as much as your standard equine shall know of their Court's patron deity and the deities of the other Courts.
The witch watched him as he began to tentatively move further into the temple, and she made no move to bar his way as he explored. She didn't know why she felt so bitter, so caustic, moreso than she was normally, but she chose not to dwell on it as he spoke the magic words, words that (although he did not know it) softened her attitude towards him. "I do believe that is the wisest thing you have said to me thus-far." She drawled, flicking an ear as she looked to the effigies of the silent Gods she adored and worshiped, her thoughts slowly turning as she mulled over the request. How often was she asked for guidance anymore? How often did worshipers come to the shrines and to the mare who tended them and asked her for knowledge?
It was, she supposed, her own fault for keeping her silence and seclusion for so long.
Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, she turned to regard him once more, before inclining her head in a gentle gesture of acceptance. "Of course, I cannot teach you everything in a single day, but I will tell you enough that you do not appear a bumbling fool before the Gods and their few, devoted followers." Her words were still sharp, crisp, but the bite had been gentled in their deliverance. Grainne turned away from him, to face the statues before them. "You stand before the Altar of the Gods, and they are as follows;" she turned her head, starting with the God who began it all, "Tempus, the God of Time and Father of All. Then, from a union with a goddess unknown, he made three children." Her head turned to the blue-gold statue then. "Oriens, the God of the Dawn. He bade the sun to rise, and he was the most inquisitive of the Gods. Next," She moved to the statue of jagged gold, brilliant in the light, "is Solis, the God of the Day. It was his duty to keep the sun in the sky until such time as the day ebbs, where he would cast the sun on his sister," her head turned to the fourth statue, "Vespera, Lady of the Dusk. She would lay the sun to rest and bring on twilight, the final warning before Night falls."
She took a deep breath then, casting her gaze to the darkest statue, her voice soft, gentle, and a touch more reverent. "Then, there is Calligo, the Goddess of the Night. Tempus, in his wisdom, sought a balance to the powers of the Daytime and returned to Novus with Calligo, his solution and counter to the upset balance. And for a time, all was well." She lowered her head, regarding him. "That is the simplified description of the Gods, about as much as your standard equine shall know of their Court's patron deity and the deities of the other Courts.
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