Fey Promises
Heredity is a horrid thing which the gods use to torment we mortals. The rules are simple: mix one male and female, and watch the product (the child) draw traits from both parents in sometimes unusual and often hilarious ways. Case in point, one Rowane de’Dannan, son of Blackthorne, a male sidhe, and Malicious, a vampire though formerly human, who is the current receptacle of several very choice traits; one trait, aging, can be lumped in with all that accompanies mortality, the next, fey binding promises, has recently reared its Hades-damned head. You’d think 68 years young would be a little old for this nonsense.
I don’t want to make it sound as though I’m bitter about my mortality that comes from my human side. For all my complaining about the wrinkles, the aching limbs, the thimble bladder, the gray and thinning hair, the dimming eyesight/hearing/taste buds, the waking up sore, the occasional accusation of being a dirty old man, the failing memory (you get the picture), I feel as though all these things help me to experience life to the fullest. Without them, life would be pretty bland. Just look at how dull Oonagh and Finarra are. Calatin once told me (in his saner days) that humanities strength was in its finiteness. It gives people an unconscious sense of urgency that the immortal races don’t experience. I believe it. Humans, who are so driven to accomplish something, anything, rarely look at consequences of their actions that span beyond the scope of their short lives and for good or ill, it helps them move with a fluidity incomparable to the sidhe or any of the older people. This is what I’ve spent my life embracing. So I try to take those symptoms of my humanity in stride.
So I say thanks for the blood, mom, you sweetie!
My fey blood hadn't really manifested itself until a recent odd event. This may not be well known but certain fey creatures are bound by magical enchantments. Usually these enchantments are so well entrenched within layers of impossibility that anyone who actually manages to break through them deserves a prize. For instance, there's the one about if you finding the end of a rainbow to get a leprechaun's gold. Right, only in reality you have to find the leprechaun first and then have him lead you to the end of a rainbow. Oh and did I mention you then keep your eyes on him at all times during the hours that it takes him to guide you to the end of a rainbow. If you turn your eyes from him just once, and the means no blinking, he poofs away. If you do all that though, the little bugger is promise bound to give you his gold. The Bri-Leith sidhe binding promise, apparently, is fairly specific: if a daughter of Morrigan traps you while you are sleep, you must bandy favor for your release and are promise bound to fulfill that favor. It had something to do with a fling Grandpa Midir had with Morrigan a millenia ago, probably hoped it would cool her temper over something he did.
This leads me to current events: guess where I woke up yesterday? The Coven vineyard. It didn't take long for the witches to swarm, point and laugh, and it was a good half-hour before Malia agreed to release me under a promise that I didn't actually intend to keep. Then, right on time, heredity kicked in and I was physically forced to comply. But Rowane, you say, you woke up in the Coven's vineyard, they aren't daughters of Morrigan lolmisslelol! To which I want to agree, I really really do, but seeing as I'm in the prediciment that I'm in, I'm guessing that Morrigan is a manifistation of our favorite Goddess. And this is what my sidhe blood gets me. No immortality, no Lugh-like wall leaping abilities, nothing but this.
So I say thanks for the blood, dad, you ass!
I've another mystery to solve. Despite what the Coven might think, I didn't put myself into their heavily secured base of operations. Though seeing Nadia's swimsuit was nice...Someone brought me, someone who knew a weakness. I'm going to set Sparky to guard when I sleep now, especially after long nights of doppelganger research. Not that there'll be much time for that now. I've got to bring two young people together again.
I don’t want to make it sound as though I’m bitter about my mortality that comes from my human side. For all my complaining about the wrinkles, the aching limbs, the thimble bladder, the gray and thinning hair, the dimming eyesight/hearing/taste buds, the waking up sore, the occasional accusation of being a dirty old man, the failing memory (you get the picture), I feel as though all these things help me to experience life to the fullest. Without them, life would be pretty bland. Just look at how dull Oonagh and Finarra are. Calatin once told me (in his saner days) that humanities strength was in its finiteness. It gives people an unconscious sense of urgency that the immortal races don’t experience. I believe it. Humans, who are so driven to accomplish something, anything, rarely look at consequences of their actions that span beyond the scope of their short lives and for good or ill, it helps them move with a fluidity incomparable to the sidhe or any of the older people. This is what I’ve spent my life embracing. So I try to take those symptoms of my humanity in stride.
So I say thanks for the blood, mom, you sweetie!
My fey blood hadn't really manifested itself until a recent odd event. This may not be well known but certain fey creatures are bound by magical enchantments. Usually these enchantments are so well entrenched within layers of impossibility that anyone who actually manages to break through them deserves a prize. For instance, there's the one about if you finding the end of a rainbow to get a leprechaun's gold. Right, only in reality you have to find the leprechaun first and then have him lead you to the end of a rainbow. Oh and did I mention you then keep your eyes on him at all times during the hours that it takes him to guide you to the end of a rainbow. If you turn your eyes from him just once, and the means no blinking, he poofs away. If you do all that though, the little bugger is promise bound to give you his gold. The Bri-Leith sidhe binding promise, apparently, is fairly specific: if a daughter of Morrigan traps you while you are sleep, you must bandy favor for your release and are promise bound to fulfill that favor. It had something to do with a fling Grandpa Midir had with Morrigan a millenia ago, probably hoped it would cool her temper over something he did.
This leads me to current events: guess where I woke up yesterday? The Coven vineyard. It didn't take long for the witches to swarm, point and laugh, and it was a good half-hour before Malia agreed to release me under a promise that I didn't actually intend to keep. Then, right on time, heredity kicked in and I was physically forced to comply. But Rowane, you say, you woke up in the Coven's vineyard, they aren't daughters of Morrigan lolmisslelol! To which I want to agree, I really really do, but seeing as I'm in the prediciment that I'm in, I'm guessing that Morrigan is a manifistation of our favorite Goddess. And this is what my sidhe blood gets me. No immortality, no Lugh-like wall leaping abilities, nothing but this.
So I say thanks for the blood, dad, you ass!
I've another mystery to solve. Despite what the Coven might think, I didn't put myself into their heavily secured base of operations. Though seeing Nadia's swimsuit was nice...Someone brought me, someone who knew a weakness. I'm going to set Sparky to guard when I sleep now, especially after long nights of doppelganger research. Not that there'll be much time for that now. I've got to bring two young people together again.
