I'm the same saberquill as always, but I've moves accounts to start afresh. This is a writing-themed sideblog. My larger universe is over at haveninstitute.tumblr.com
Iris sat on a rocky outcrop, looking out over the Kerry landscape, her expression unreadable. Mara sat down next to her, tried from the drive. “You look like you’re thinking about something.” She said, looking at her companion. Iris nodded.
“The Christians weren’t the first to expel the Fey, you understand.” She said. Mara tilted her head. “Oh they closed a few portals, and happens to time it right to line up with the shutting of the rest, but we weren’t always from the other world, you know.” She sighed.
“There was a time we ruled this land, the Tuatha dé Danann, as giants and heroes and gods.” Iris continued “But then the Milesians came and sang the humans’ Ireland into existence, and we had to fell through portals under the hills and under the sea.” she shook her head. “And then the other humans came, and taught them iron, and called themselves children of Noah, and a bit more of the magic left, and after- well, you probably know the rest.”
She shook her head and added “I’m not old enough to remember when we wandered these hills, or cousins of these hills perhaps, but still- I carry the stories of how they were before with me in my heart. I am a living memory of what we once were- and what we can never be again. It’s not as if we are not powerful- our world is vast, our power greater, but there will always be a part of us that mourns this image of what was, and the world where we first saw the sun.”
Mara nodded. “It’s hard to carry a past you don’t remember.” She said. Iris shook her head.
“Ah, yours is within your lifetime- it may yet be part of a greater story that you alone can shape. There is something terribly unsatisfying with struggling to hold the history of a people.” She looked over at Mara and smiled sadly. “Still, I forget- you’ve lost earth in your own way, too. In that, we are kin- we have both been driven underground. Now we stand in the sunlight, blinking and unsure how to behave.” Iris said. Mara looked wry.
“You never seem at a loss.” Mara said. Iris laughed.
“It’s practice, my dear nothing more. You’re young yet, you don’t understand- half of power is assuming that it’s yours. The other half is convincing the others you’re right.” She looked at Mara, appraisingly. “You’re five hundred, yes? Give yourself time, you’ll come to understand.”
Mara raised her eyebrows. “Well, ambassador, shall we continue with the tour?” Iris nodded.
“Yes, please. I’m trying to decide which of these mountain I want for my own.” Iris said. Mara raised her eyebrows.
“I really hope you’re joking.” Mara said.
Neverland AU ♔ Red-Handed Jill (100 Years Ago)
"I was told you ran away from home."
"I… I had never thought of it that way. I suppose I did."