[ The Cooley Peninsula. Once the site of the Táin Bó Cúailnge or Cattle Raid of Cooley, where the Morrígan's most favored warrior — Cú Chulainn — singlehandedly fended off the invading Ulster armies of queen Medb of Connacht.
This is where she has come for respite in these desperate times. With her are her minders, Alphonse and Callum, as well as a meager flock of her crows. Some struggle to reach her but die midflight and the more than fall from the sky the more her Sight wanes and grows dim. Where once she could see so much of the future stretch out before her like an open road, it is now a muddled and foggy landscape. She is not a vain goddess, like so many from other pantheons, but sovereignty and war each have their pride.
Soon, the others will come, looking for her. Looking for answers, some of which she holds and some of which are far beyond reach now. Today it rains. Tomorrow, company. Or perhaps the next day. She cannot tell.
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This is where she has come for respite in these desperate times. With her are her minders, Alphonse and Callum, as well as a meager flock of her crows. Some struggle to reach her but die midflight and the more than fall from the sky the more her Sight wanes and grows dim. Where once she could see so much of the future stretch out before her like an open road, it is now a muddled and foggy landscape. She is not a vain goddess, like so many from other pantheons, but sovereignty and war each have their pride.
Soon, the others will come, looking for her. Looking for answers, some of which she holds and some of which are far beyond reach now. Today it rains. Tomorrow, company. Or perhaps the next day. She cannot tell.
Still. Soon. ]