Daisy Beaumont (aka Daphne Greengrass) (steelandsilk) wrote in gildedcourt, @ 2014-01-19 23:21:00 |
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Morrigan waited until well after her guards had withdrawn for the evening, leaving her apartments quiet for the moment. A flick of her wand had the Wireless playing softly as she retreated into her room, stripping off her clothes as she went, leaving them on the bed for her house elf, Nell, to put away. Unabashed, she walked across her bedroom nude, pulling a simple white robe from her closet. "Do not close the window, Nell," Morrigan ordered as she pulled on the robe, using her wand to hold up her hair. An instant later, a hooded crow stood in her place. A few minutes later she was out in the air, swiftly flying away from the castle and as close to the coast as she dared. It wasn't long, maybe fifteen minutes of flying, before she was settling down on a cliff's edge, overlooking the sea. The winter's air cut through the thin silk of her robe, but Morrigan paid it little mind as her toes curled into the earth. This was her Ireland. Éire. Ancient magic, most of which was long forgotten by even the most esoteric scholars, flowed like the River Shannon or the Three Sisters. It was her nurse, the woman before Miss Umbridge, who had told her stories about the faerie folk. How they still held sway, even beyond the throne's reach. Their land was a precious place. One that many did not appreciate or treasure all that had been provided. It sustained and did its duty to support it's people, despite that. These were lessons Morrigan took to heart, sinking to her knees as her robe slipped off her shoulders. The cold bit into her skin, but she paid it no mind. She was Morrigan, named after the Great Queen goddess. Éire would keep her. The Irish princess could not say how long she kept her vigil on the cliff, wincing slightly as she rose to her feet, joints protesting. Tonight she would not greet the dawn, but tonight was enough. She had received the strength needed and hopefully gave respect in return. Somebody needed to remember all that Ireland gave. With a prayer falling gently from her lips, Morrigan raised her arms to take off in flight, returning to the castle to assume her role once more. |