BattleNymph
04-03-2007, 09:34 PM
Macha
Other Names: Mania, Mana, Mene, Minne.
Location: Ireland.
Description: One of the aspects of the triple Morrigu. Associated with ravens and crows. She is honored at Lughnassadh. Protectress in war as in peace. Goddess of war and death.
Rules Over: Cunning, sheer physical force, sexuality, fertility, dominance over males, childbirth, wisdom, overcoming enemies, past-lives:
Aefe sat staring blankly at the book open in the sunlight before her. The symbols and letters SHOULD have made sense to her but this morning the fog of exhaustion and the headache really had just stolen all meaning from them.
She sighed and rubbed her eyes before stealing a glance at the doorway. Evelyn had seemed either without knowledge of her night of partying or had not cared, preferring to leave her to her own folly.
She'd stopped the drug use as it interfered too much with what she was so determined to learn .....but... her knowledge of chemicals had translated well to her bartending skills. The party had been fun, although empty-seeming somehow. That emptiness puzzled her and she'd perhaps drank more than she'd intended to cover that strange lack. Well....she'd definitely drank more than she'd intended. Try as she might she couldn't quite remember how she'd gotten home.
She'd kept her eyes studiously away from the sunlight drenched window where she'd been set for her studying. Vindictive bitch.... Aefe grumbled under her breath. Come to think of it, Evelyn probably knew EXACTLY what she'd been doing and had done this on purpose.
A plaintive sound at the window drew her thoughts back from their ponderings and she reluctantly turned her eyes that way. A slight flutter and another sound, rather like a babies cry had her curiosity overwhelming her hangover and she moved to the window and peaked out.
A crow...rather a young one, best as she could tell. And half it's feathers were white. As she watched it uttered once again it's plaintive caw and fluttered a bit more, too weak to actually fly away.
"Poor thing. You're just a baby." Aefe muttered in sympathy. A quick look at the closed door and then she slipped out the ground floor window as the young crow fluttered across the well-manicured lawn a bit before coming to a panting halt. A short chase later, and Aefe held the shivering bird close to her chest as she snuck carefully back in through the window.
"I wonder if they have some cat food in the kitchen here? As I recall, white feathers means you're starving." And with a whispered prayer that the bird would be quiet, she moved to sneak out the door to the kitchen.
Other Names: Mania, Mana, Mene, Minne.
Location: Ireland.
Description: One of the aspects of the triple Morrigu. Associated with ravens and crows. She is honored at Lughnassadh. Protectress in war as in peace. Goddess of war and death.
Rules Over: Cunning, sheer physical force, sexuality, fertility, dominance over males, childbirth, wisdom, overcoming enemies, past-lives:
Aefe sat staring blankly at the book open in the sunlight before her. The symbols and letters SHOULD have made sense to her but this morning the fog of exhaustion and the headache really had just stolen all meaning from them.
She sighed and rubbed her eyes before stealing a glance at the doorway. Evelyn had seemed either without knowledge of her night of partying or had not cared, preferring to leave her to her own folly.
She'd stopped the drug use as it interfered too much with what she was so determined to learn .....but... her knowledge of chemicals had translated well to her bartending skills. The party had been fun, although empty-seeming somehow. That emptiness puzzled her and she'd perhaps drank more than she'd intended to cover that strange lack. Well....she'd definitely drank more than she'd intended. Try as she might she couldn't quite remember how she'd gotten home.
She'd kept her eyes studiously away from the sunlight drenched window where she'd been set for her studying. Vindictive bitch.... Aefe grumbled under her breath. Come to think of it, Evelyn probably knew EXACTLY what she'd been doing and had done this on purpose.
A plaintive sound at the window drew her thoughts back from their ponderings and she reluctantly turned her eyes that way. A slight flutter and another sound, rather like a babies cry had her curiosity overwhelming her hangover and she moved to the window and peaked out.
A crow...rather a young one, best as she could tell. And half it's feathers were white. As she watched it uttered once again it's plaintive caw and fluttered a bit more, too weak to actually fly away.
"Poor thing. You're just a baby." Aefe muttered in sympathy. A quick look at the closed door and then she slipped out the ground floor window as the young crow fluttered across the well-manicured lawn a bit before coming to a panting halt. A short chase later, and Aefe held the shivering bird close to her chest as she snuck carefully back in through the window.
"I wonder if they have some cat food in the kitchen here? As I recall, white feathers means you're starving." And with a whispered prayer that the bird would be quiet, she moved to sneak out the door to the kitchen.