Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuthwood in the lake There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats; There we’ve hid our fairy vats, Full of berries And of reddest stolen cherries. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in …
My children have emerged. That sounds more accurate than saying they are born, since I did not give birth to them. I merely gave life. Merely. The night was such a blessing. Eilian and Drysi arrived talking up a storm to one another, but Bronwen was quiet and new as dew. I won’t go in to …
So many things rising. This week, my week, the week of Midsummer. I flew to check the children and remind them they must come out of the crystals soon, and I happened upon Dyisi and Aoibheann. There is a mystery to be sorted there. Not one I have time to figure out now. A birth, a …
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