09-06-2016, 05:34 PM
now don’t you understand…that I’m never changing who I am?
Reagan’s attention did not waver on the mountain. She had seen that Romek had indeed found his lady, and that she had been trailing behind her a set of very beautiful twin girls. Through her magic she would have known their names, their gifts, and their histories, but being somewhat mortal—thank you fairies—Reagan was stuck in new mom mode, ooing and ahing over how cute the babies were—from afar.
She had seen Maribel in all her beautiful finery, standing there next to Romek like a Queen in the making. She was glorious, and confident, and self-assured—both as a lady and as a mother. Even Reagan could not help but be impressed with her. And so she ventured forth, flipping her green-tinged hair and feeling every inch the outsider—which was not normal for this Irish lady of yesteryear—and attempted her hand at making a new friend—should God deem it so.
Reagan’s hubris had been thrown asunder with the latest trip up to the summit, for the Fairies had all but laughed at them when they bargained for a land. Such was the hubris of the Irish lady who only wanted back in life what was hers by right. Wasn’t it?
“Hello. We did not really get a chance to speak upon the mountainside. I am Reagan. I was brought to Romek’s cause by Demian. How are you?”
She had seen Maribel in all her beautiful finery, standing there next to Romek like a Queen in the making. She was glorious, and confident, and self-assured—both as a lady and as a mother. Even Reagan could not help but be impressed with her. And so she ventured forth, flipping her green-tinged hair and feeling every inch the outsider—which was not normal for this Irish lady of yesteryear—and attempted her hand at making a new friend—should God deem it so.
Reagan’s hubris had been thrown asunder with the latest trip up to the summit, for the Fairies had all but laughed at them when they bargained for a land. Such was the hubris of the Irish lady who only wanted back in life what was hers by right. Wasn’t it?
“Hello. We did not really get a chance to speak upon the mountainside. I am Reagan. I was brought to Romek’s cause by Demian. How are you?”
@[Maribel]