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Prudence Collins † THE MÒRRÌGAN (banrion) wrote in paxletalelogs,

Re: by the bar: OPEN (come say hellooooooooo)
The Morrigan bobbed her head - ah yes, those northerners, with their ice and their boats. Neither the Celts nor their people had ever tolerated invaders well, but that attitude had certainly fallen to pieces in later years in dealing with others on their island. At least they'd never lost their pride.

Aye, dear. I am the one known as The Morrigan, though I have had many names, the voice rang clear through her mind and into Urðr's, having no doubt that the Norse goddess would have issue hearing it. I remember it. But there is no quarrel now, not since it seems that both of our times have passed. Or perhaps they are returning, since we are? It was a curious thing indeed - she had been passed from mortal shell to mortal shell, each time a different aspect of her opening more than another. And each time she had been in slumber, waiting for an awakening such as this. She couldn't help but wonder why, though she was not arrogant enough to not be grateful for the chance to be aware once more.