Roisin of Ireland
I am Roisin, a daughter of the Goddess Dana.
I am of the people Tuatha De Danaan, the Sidhe (pronounced shee) race, we were once angels, cast to earth from heaven as punishment for our pride.
Our land is Tir Na Og, the land of perpetual youth and beauty, where there is no death or disease. Our palaces of gold can be found under the lakes and in the depths under the hills.
We are a people of joy. There is dance and music, laughter and song among our kin.You may be more familiar with others of my kin: the banshee who comes to herald impending death, and the leprechaun, the shoemaker who has more of a reputation for being a prankster.
You may see me dancing in the fairy circles, in my dress of emerald, my golden hair trailing every movement. If you look closely you may notice me amongst the flowers in the garden, in particular my flower - the rose.
posted by Megan Warren @ 3:29 AM
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Welcome Beloved Roisin!
From the mountainside where the Aspen boughs twine and tremble, I watch you dance in your faeryring of Roses and my heart is glad. Your presence is a blessing on this land.
The Lady Elizia of Dryadwood Hall
Castalia bathes naked in a sylvan pool. I, Taliesin, come upon her as I follow a winding, descending stream through the forest. She sees me and smiles. In greeting, she rises from the pool in intensely erotic but at once innocent beauty. As her long stawberry-blonde hair dries in the misty sunlight, it shall eventually come to wrap her like a robe. In her eyes, her irises are deep green but rimmed with gold. She shares her heady wine with me, and I knot morning glories and their vines into her hair. (She is in exile from the Palace.) In her presence I begin to remember ancient days and ways in flowing, shimmering imagery. (The First Time, even times before the Waters That Broke the World.) I can see with the mind's eye an image of a goddess who looks like Castalia and is clothed with the stars. ("Oh Taliesin," she says to me, "why desire to become a Light Being when what is sweetest and most powerful is to hold the Light in the cup of your flesh and blood? Let the Light body forth into feasting and music and erotic interplay beneath the star-lit canopy.")
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