Brigid’s section
They say music soothes the savage beast. I say music speaks to all of us, to our soul, spirit, or whatever that spark within us that makes us live. That which makes us what we are.
Some of the earliest memories I have are of music. Chants echoing against temple walls, voices raised in praise of Bastet and her Children. Songs to please and entertain Tuthmosis and I as we sat in rulership over our city before it was attacked, and I went into exile to save my people.
I do much, for the ones I love. I bear the scars to prove it.
The day started with a dream of innocent victims being kidnapped, carried away in sacks. Those who stole them away leaped into a well, and through the well into the Hedge and to slavery. We all had the dream, though we didn’t know it was a sending, a vision of things past, and that which could come to be.
Cass’s people are among the most interesting I have met. Nevermind their personalities and their appearance, but the smells. So many different scents, each one of them different, revealing secrets to the people who know what to sniff for.
The first time I met them, I could not see what they truly looked like. They looked like the boy next door, the hawk-nosed businessman, the homeless man huddled in the alley, high on goddess knows what. But when their masks are stripped away, what a vision they are. Strange, like spirits, glorious yet pitiable. Each one taken and changed to suit those who stole them away.
A picture I drew for Lisa in about five minutes, and colored in about ten or fifteen more. Probably not story canon. 🙂
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I just did this at work yesterday. I thought it looked good. I might try some more in this general style.
It has been a long time since I have written in a journal. Years have passed since I even opened the book. My last entry was just before we went to find Rodney’s niece and nephew.
So many things have happened since then. Rescuing Katharina and then losing Nico to that place. I still love him, and miss him, but the man he was is gone. He was gone when she brought him back as a vampyre. The last time I was with Lance still brings a smile to my face. Not suitable as a mate for me now, but still fun.
We lost Cass, but she returned as Cassie. Then we lost Cassie, only to discover she was a thing, something created to fool us. I accepted Cassie without question. I feel a bit guilty about that. We’d been told that Oberon refused to allow her to die, but in saving her he had to change her. It made sense to me, because I know how reincarnation and resurrection can changes you. When Cassie was destroyed, trying to unmake that artifact, I accepted it. Continue reading Brigid’s Journal Entry #1