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When in your life did you know you were not alone?
hat a contradiction that is.
I have always felt as if I was alone. When are born with one foot in the world of Mankind and the other in the world of the Fae, you never really belong fully to either. It’s rare that either side wants to count you among their number. There is always that small unspoken nuance found behind a smile or a glance that strikes a pang in your heart. You know that they doubt you as one of their own.
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From A Spider’s Web
This is an installment from Pan Historia, and the novel, A Spider’s Web, placed in 13th Century Scotland. This istallment is told from the point of view of Sir Bothain MacKay, who is Fanny’s father in the story. Anything I write around Fanny is usually in first person, but this particular piece is not. If the reader would forgive me, I am a bit rusty on third person writing.
(Scotland) Somewhere Between the Highlands and the Sea
ir Bothain MacKay turned in his saddle to look at the heavily veiled and cloaked figure that rode behind him. They would only have to endure the relentless Scottish downpour a few more miles and then they would be home.
It had been years since he had lain eyes upon his daughter, and now it was as if he didn’t know her. She had married a Copt, she did, an Egyptian. As far as Bothain MacKay was concerned, they were barely Christian, barely saved from the heathen Moors that was quickly threatening to overrun the remaining followers of Christ in Egypt. The latest Crusade had been bloody and brutal and the forces of Christendom were taking a beating. Continue reading
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A Polite Request:
To those of you on my friends list, and those of the mun! journal, niankhsekhmet, would, you /could you PLEASE use an LJ-cut when posting images and any long and verbose posts? I live out in the boonies, and while I know that this isn’t anyone’s problem but mine, this means I am on dialup. In short, I will end up getting high-speed internet like the rest of the civilized world in about five years or more precisely when hell freezes over. I do not have cable, I do not have DSL. Unlike some of you who are so very spoiled you don’t even remember what it is like to have to wait several minutes for a single page to load, I am pleading, begging, cajoling, for the sake of my sanity, put it under a LJ cut. My speeds range between 14.0 and 41.0 bps at best. It’s not the greatest, trust me.
Those who do not, cannot or will not (or refuse to comply) with this humble request, unfortunately will have to be removed from this and niankhsekhmet‘s friendslists. This goes for communities that I am owner of, too. Most of you are very good at it and I thank you from the bottom of my dial up modem. Please know that if you are removed, it isn’t personal, however, I am very tired of having to ask for this very small consideration.
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What is the greatest sacrifice you’ve made for love?
hen the snows of February were deep on the Island of Scotland, it was not so on the Fortunate Isle. Through thick clouds of incense and herbs burned on thuribles and pain I gave birth to a healthy baby girl. She, like her father in his youth, had masses of red hair. Her birth, something that might normally have been hailed as a fortuitous event upon the Isle, for me there was only a strong sense of foreboding.
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Letter Writing Prompt for
Dear Sebastien:
I think every time I sit down to write you a letter there must be some sort of thing that has either upset you or I or seperated us. That is not the case this time.
You keep asking me, ‘’Why?” Why do I love you? Why do I stay? Why is it that we cannot tear ourselves apart from one another, and avoid the obvious pain that is coming? The answer to those questions lie in these words, the one phrase in Scots Gaelic that I have taught to you; “Tha gaol agam ort”.* I know that you know what I mean.
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Talk about a moving act of kindness you experienced or witnessed.
I bowed my head before Nuada. I had been consort to him and he was the foster-father of my eldest daughter, Maeve. And though definitely she was not the only of his many children, she was but one daughter among many daughters and sons born to him. I prayed that the fondness that he and I had shared for lo these many years would still remain. It had been some time before we had seen each other, and yet still, he made my heart quicken by his sheer Sidhe power.
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Fanny Fae 