Toadstools and Faery Rings (Meave)

[myval]

“You are clinging to what I have left...”

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Aatos, had finished a job in Gwent's Capital City of Caerleon. It was usual merchant's escort, and he was payed the usual mercenary wages. It wasn't anything to interesting,actually the most interesting thing that happened to him was that when he was in the market he saw a figure that looked suspiciously like Annita. But when he try to fall them, Aatos lost track of them. Aatos usually disdained traveling with whinny, pompous merchant, that thought they was god, or something like that. Though his fellow mercenaries where fine company, he generally kept to himself.

But now he was on the road again, alone. A week in Caerleon was fruitless time spent wasting his hard earned coin. But now he didn't have to pay the greedy innkeepers for their precious, flee ridden rooms. It was like he was sleeping in the stables. Actually the horses might have been good company. But now he was on the road, to... Aatos had no clue. He was planning on wandering back north, toward Mercia, and maybe up into Northumbria. Maybe he can find work up there, and avoid Camelot.

That was his goal in life, avoiding Camelot. Aatos had been walking through thick woods ever sense, he left Caerleon. It had been getting thicker and thicker, He originally figured that he was going to head east, till he found a place he recognized, then he would head north, to Tamworth.

Aatos entered a clearing, when he saw it. It was a a large ring of mushrooms, over 5 feet wide. It was an impressive structure, often called Faery Ring. Seeing it reminded him of what his sister had told him to do, when ever he happened to stray across it. He could almost here her voice, instructing him to pay his respects to the Faery Circle, and make a wish, for seeing one was a rare, and special thing indeed.

Aatos rummaged through his bag, and got out his coin pouch. He withdrew a silver piece, and knelt before the ring, the coin in his hand. He spoke the words, that his sister had instructed him to say so many years before. “Cylch tylwyth teg, yr wyf yn cynnig rhodd hwn i chi. Boed i ni fyw mewn harmoni.” He kissed the coin, and placed it genitally on the nearest mushroom. He could feel the magic, resenting from his little phrase.

“While I forget in my exile. I'm free in my exile.”

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Location:[/b] A forest on the Border of Gwent and Camelot, Mid-Morning, Pre- Curse of Cornelius Sigan
Outfit:[/b] here
Tag:[/b] Meave
Notes:[/b] Here it is, sorry it took so long. This is the little phrase he said:(I use welsh for most of my Old Religion) "Faery Ring, I offer you this gift. Let us live in harmony." I hope it is clear. PM me if I need to clarify anything.
Credit:[/b] Lyrics: Exile by Heather Dale; Coding To me, Myval [/color]

[Maeve]

Maeve was aware of all the traditions and myths surrounding faeries. With the way the kingdom has been in the past couple of decades, she knew that some did not even know of the true existence of her kind. It was part of the reason she was so fearful for her people. How would a race survive if everyone strayed away from the belief in them? It was her greatest fear, but not one that discouraged her or diminished any sort of hope for the future. She had not been far from the faery thing. Haldir had warned her not to leave any trace of it, but she did not mind. What could be done? Those who passed it may not even recognize it. And those who did recognize it would not set out a large hunt for the faery who left such a mark. Besides, only a few would even know what to say when encountering such a thing.

And that was when the words echoed in the air, in her mind. She heard them as a soft whisper, yet they were so clear. It filled her with so many emotions but it was not something she could ignore. It was an individual who knew enough of her kind to know what to say to a faery, to pay their respects. And Maeve had to return this favor. His gesture was kind, and it was not common at all for someone to offer a gift to the realm of faeries. It intrigued Maeve and she could not let him pass without physically acknowledging his gesture.

She emerged from the trees, dressed in her usual cloak to hide her ears, though this time, the hood was lowered and her ears were covered by her loose hair. She had nothing that showed she was not of human descent. He could believe it was a coincidence, or that he had indeed called for the attention of a faery. Maeve would not reveal too much until she found out more information about the stranger. You speak the words of a foreign tongue, She pointed out, moving towards him. Her voice was soft, but could be heard. Why do you leave a coin in the ring? She asked. This curiosity could be interpreted as a wanderer who had no knowledge of faery rings and so asked to discover the significance... or it could be interpreted as a faery wondering what the intentions of this traveler was. Again, he could interpret it however he like, the curiosity in Maeve was genuine.

( Everything is clear! Thanks for giving me the translation hahah, awesome post! And no need to apologize about how long it took! )

[myval]

“You are clinging to what I have left...”

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Aatos was kneeling, with his eyes closed, just bathing in the feeling of the power of the prayer he had said. It was a minor prayer, nothing more nothing less, but it still.. felt good. No matter how illegal a king could make it he would never diminish the simple joy of prayer.

Aatos raised his head when he heard a voice. It was soft, but it seemed to resonate through the glade, and seemed to increase the potency of his prayer... 'Strange' he though, 'I wouldn't think that it would feel this strong.' He stood up and turned around to come face to face with the speaker. He was slightly surprise to see the regal women on the edge of the glade. She seemed to hum of magic, even though she was several feet away from him. 'That's why I feel it more potently. She cannot be human.' He thought privately, examining her fine features and tapered ears. There was no way she was completely human.

He took a few steps closer to her, as if he was complementing her questions. But in truth he was trying to get a better sense of the power of her, just so he would have an inkling of who he was dealing with. Its better to be prepared.

“I'm afraid I don't speak much of that foreign tongue. I don't know much more then what I said.” Which was in part the truth. He also knew a few words here and there, that he remembered from his fruitless magical training. He was able to stare at her, committing her face to his memory, while complementing on how to respond to her last question.

She was obviously non-human, and definitely magical. There was no room of doubt in his mind. So her question was puzzling to him. Either she didn't know anything about Faes, or maybe they didn't truly understand faes. This complementing seemed to cause him to review everything that he learned about faes. He was told that they where like humans in someways, but vastly different. There was no fae that was the same. They all have their own plans and agendas. Much like humans, or any other intelligent being. But at the same time, they lived for much long then any typical human does, giving them a long and very patient outlook.

Or so he heard. But to answer her question, he was going to answer it like he was instructed by his sister. “I was told to leave something of value to me, when ever I pay respects.” And what was more valuable to a traveler then money?[/color]

“While I forget in my exile. I'm free in my exile.”

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Outfit:[/b] here
Tag:[/b] Maeve
Notes:[/b] Sorry It took so long again. My muse is feeling sort of finicky. But I finally got it down, and behaving.
Credit:[/b] Lyrics: Exile by Heather Dale; Coding To me, Myval [/color]

[Maeve]

His words held a strange comfort to Maeve. It gave her more hope, that there were people who still had faith in her kind, that was still willing to offer something. It was not money she sought out though. It is not money that we value, She said with a soft smile. It was a huge revelation on her part, to quickly admit to someone that she was a faery for it was generally not the first piece of information she disclosed to a stranger. But something inside her told her she could trust him. Sensing the emotions surrounding him, she felt that he did not do as some sort of ploy or evil plan to lure her out. There was a sincerity about him and that was what else intrigued her about him. I have not heard those words spoken, or such an act of respect done, in many years.

As she moved closer, she began to get a closer look at the young man. He was young, well built, and had a certain aura around him, something that told her he was a traveler. She gave a gentle smile at him. I am Maeve, She formally introduced and with this introduction, she lowered herself in a graceful curtsy, looking at the ground while doing so. She remained in this position for a few moments before regaining her posture and standing straight once again. She did not care if he was royalty, nobility, citizen, or even peasant...she could not properly introduce herself without showing the appropriate gesture of respect. After all, all people deserved respect no matter what their status or class.

( No problem Aatos! I'm glad you were able to get your muse back ! )

[myval]

“You are clinging to what I have left...”

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Aatos smiled at the lady's response, “It might not be what you value, but it is a gift of something my people value.” He acknowledged the fact that he knew she wasn't of human blood. She held so much power, and as he came closer, he could feel it. Aatos recognized she, who ever she was, was not someone who to be trifled with. She being in her presence caused him to go numb. It was exhilarating in a way.

She introduced her, she gave small curtsy, which made him have a small pang of remembrance. He remember when... Aatos could hid the grimace as he thought on his past. But he couldn't linger on thoughts that would never happen. It just isn't healthy. Aatos tried to push those memories as far back as he could.

Aatos returned her curtsy, with a bow, It felt right to do that. “I'm glad to meet you Lady Maeve,” He said, his voice was incredible smooth, it sound like he has had courtly training, which he had. “Please call me Aa...” he was going to say “Anton”. He couldn't help it, she was probably of no threat to him, he wasn't Aatos Inesson anymore. He was Aatos the traveler, or Anton. Nothing more, he want to use his alias, but he couldn't. No matter how hard he tried he could say his false name. So he finally beat down his flight instinct and spew out his name “...Aatos.” There was no doubt in his mind that she noticed his hesitancy. But would she call him out on it?

“While I forget in my exile. I'm free in my exile.”

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Outfit:[/b] here
Tag:[/b] Maeve
Notes:[/b] I am sooo sorry it took so long.
Credit:[/b] Lyrics: Exile by Heather Dale; Coding To me, Myval