Intothewildsea - Blog Posts
maggie gazes upon her and is taken back to her own past lives as a wild woman. she sees the sunlit days of her maenad revelries, her time in the communes of old. being the wild witch of the wood, the soothsayer, the one who could read the birds and the panthers.
it all feels so far away now.
watching this woman take herself with such levity, however, despite her shock at maggie's presence…it makes her feel good. pleased, even.
like all is as it should be.
“i'm sorry, i didn't know how else to approach, i didn't mean to scare you,” she says with a small laugh and a smile. “my name's maggie, and i just…i have a weird question to ask, but you seem so…so at peace, right now. i was wondering, um…how did you do that?”
upon asking, she feels a bit of shame, but she's come far enough to not let that stop her from figuring out one possible approach to her problem.
The sound of a woman's voice causes Niamh to stumble in surprise, arms flailing. Comically, she spins on her heel, arms outstretched to keep her balance. She knows she must look ridiculous and her face flushes red.
"I didn't see you!"
Not that she would be bothered by someone watching her dance. She's just embarrassed that she was caught off guard. She's glad that her sealskin is draped around her shoulders, glamoured to look like a shawl. It's held in place by a belt.
Standing upright, she blinks owlishly. Her hair is falling out of its braids, her feet are bare, clothes wrinkled. She looks every bit of the wild woman that she is.
"Are you all right?" she asks, wondering if she should be worried.
the moonlight is comforting to the new goddess, sharing time and space with her husband's mother, sharing a protective light she had worshiped through many of her mortal lifetimes. now she walks on the grassy dunes above the shore, focusing on the water reflecting the moonlight, the soft crush of the waves against the shore. she'd come here to collect her thoughts, after being tasked by the goddess of wisdom to find a way to “quiet her mind.”
maggie had never had a quiet mind, and she isn't sure she could start now.
a flash of gold makes her draw her attention back down to the ocean side, where she spies a woman dancing. her joy brings a smile to maggie's face, even as she is overwhelmed with the bright shining spirals of her aura. she seems at peace with herself; happy even.
she wants to know more.
carefully, she walks down the dunes to the dancing woman, sure her eyes are alight with the warmth of the aura of the woman she's looking upon.
“may i pause you, for a moment?” she asks, voice hesitant, hoping to not ruin the experience - or completely scare her. a brief self-check reminds her that she is, in fact, still in her mortal disguise.
good.
(open starter - mutuals only)
Legends say that selkies shed their seal pelts in the moonlight to dance upon the shore. They dance to the beat of the ocean waves, to the delicate whispering of the wind, to the crunch of the sand beneath their feet.
Niamh, like many selkies, loves to dance. She cannot deny her nature. And so in the moonlight, she spins, skirts flaring, hair flying, dancing to music only she can hear.
Lost in her dance, she doesn't notice that she is being watched.