World Of Good - Another Fianna Romance
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zg_shadowsAfter posting the last little short, I had a bit of a chat with Sally about the Wolf/Fae romance, and how it wasn't as forbidden in the world of ZG as it was in the world my tabletop ST created. Thus I thought I should write another little story clarifying the reasons for Lir and Lynne's break up. This is set some two or so years before the last story I wrote, just after they have met for the first time and a way before Lir met any other Garou or was taken off to the Black Forest sept. Just in case anyones interested, Lir will be making his Zietgiest debut this sunday in the mortals game.
(i should just point out one last thing, Emer and Brig's speech is written phonetically and all spelling mistakes there are intentional - they both have very strong traveler accents, Lir's accent changes according to mood and thus his speech is written more phonetically as he gets more agitated)
“C'mon now lads! On the final!”
“Take 5/2! Five to two, Darkie, five to two!”
“Betting without the two favourites! Three chances to win! On the final lads!”
The cries of the bookies tang out above the crowds at the dunmanway sulky races drawing in the myriad of punters from the British tourists fluttering with a few euros to the local farmers syndicates throwing down fistfuls of fifties on a single horse. In amongst the crowds a single old man with tufts of white hair growing out of his ears and a deep red nose was throwing three playing cards around on a table as a young man in his twenties wearing a tailcoat watched intently as the less wily of the customers lost their money to the age old con. Further away, a pair of young girls in pink tracksuits were standing next to a white pony and selling raffle tickets. Standing up on the gate in front of them a cardboard sign written in black marker read:
1st Prize – Beautiful Pony
2nd Prize – Gallon Of Whisky
3rd Prize - ½ Ton Of Coal
“Foiv yearo a ticket. Win a bewtiful pawney.” One of the young girls called out as the other sold three tickets to a happy couple with a small child.
“Ye wud a taught dese buffer bhoys would have woiked aht they aint gotta chance boi now.” She sad turning to her sister.
“Will ye keep it downe Emer. Jaisus, ye don't wantha howl fukin' town nowin'” The other girl replied
“Don'yew be lectrin' me Brige, I've been doin' this a lot longer than ye's have an I can tell ya...”
“Seriously girls. Isn't it time we finally let someone win Chaser. People must be starting to recognise him now.” A voice said behind them and the two girls turned to see a tall man with rough red hair standing there.
“Uncle Lir!” they both cried and hugged him tightly from either side.
“Hey hey! Careful girls, ye'll crack me fecking ribs if ye keep that up.”
“An' wherrin fuck did ye go to anyhows? Ye bin gan fer days?” Emer said stepping back from embracing her uncle.
“Ah now that young ladies is a good story and one I'll definatly be telling ye all later, for now lets just say I was following in the footsteps of Oisin.”
“Really now? Ye been ta Tir Na Nóg, havye?” Lirs other neice asked him. “yer lookin' good fer it, arnt ye ment to be loik a hundra' or summin?” she joked.
“Ah thats right I would be, but would ye believe I tricked the fairys into letting me back without the whole aging thing.”
“Heh, wouldna doubcha.” Emer joked and Lir couldn't help wonder whether the older members of their band would take his jokes so lightly. Most his veritable army of nephews and nieces didn't know he was Garuo, and certainly didn't believe in fairies, at least not the ones over seven. The rest of his colossal family however no doubt would have far more than twenty questions for him when he saw them and most of them would no doubt be plenty concerned if they heard that he had indeed spent the last few days in the arms of a Naimh of The Golden Hair of his own.
His primal urge and desire to seek out others of his own kind had led him away from his families caravans five days ago and eventually to a fairy ring near Blind Harbour. What he had found waiting for him there though had not been the fellow Garou he was unconsciously so eager to meet but what he would later describe as 'the most tome beour he'd ever laid his eyes on'. Lynne Ó Flynne, shone in the moonlight as she beckoned him closer and showed him the wonders that only a fae maiden could.
Five days had indeed felt to them both like an Otherworld eternity, and Lir was almost surprised in himself to find that time hadn't been passing at a completely different speed as he finally parted company with her – but not nearly as surprised as he was with his own decision to do so.
“I'm in time for the final I hope? I got to go place a twenty on Ferg, he did make the final right.”
“Oh yeah, but 'e's fair fromda faivrut.” Emer said. “He's at 4-1 at the mo.”
“Sure, thats good enough for me. Well worth a flutter. Hows Grea'uncle Pat doing?”
“Ah, he's takin' enough afda buffer bhoys alrioght. But yer man in the weird coat deres
been watchin him a whoile now. I don't trustda fecker.”
“Ah leave him, if he manages to beat the con, fair fucks to him I say. I'm gonna go put me money down.” Lir smilled and ruffling the hair of his neices walked over to the bookies. It hadn't been easy to leave Lynne behind, but deep in his heart, despite the deep passionate love he'd gained for her in only that short space of time, he knew they'd made the right decision. Lir was still very new to whole experience of being 'a dag' as he called himself, and still was yet to come into contact with other garuo – thusly he had no idea about how most of his fellow Fianna were quite in favour of ties with the Fae. What he did know though was that his family and rest of his travelling band certainly wouldn't be too happy with him spending much more time away from them, when he was supposed to be their protector, and probably wouldn't be too happy if they knew it was a supernatural being he was involved with and not a kinfolk like them. The other thing both he and Lynne had known was that anyone who fell for a fae was almost certain to meet with disaster. The entire history of Irish Literature and folklore, from the legend of Oisin to Artemis Fowl all agreed, he who tries to keep a relationship with fairies brings doom on himself and usually his family as well. And so against their own feelings they had decided to part ways, and while part of their hearts would always remain true, to walk away with no regrets and live their lives away from each other.
All things considered. Lir felt quite at peace with it all. He wasn't usually a peaceful soul, he loved hard, drank hard, and fought hard – then regaled everyone with the stories of it all. However, with this, something in his soul was telling him he made the right move, and although he believed one day he may once again see his love, he was right to put her aside for a while. There would be other women in his life, he had no doubt, as there may be other men in hers, still only after five days of her company, he knew she'd always be the closest he'd ever have to a true love.
Lir reached the Kelleher Racing stand just in time to put his twenty down on his brother Ferg, riding Cuchulainn's Engineer before betting closed and the race started. The crowds of people rushed up onto the nearby hill or down to the railings to watch as the eight horses pulling sulky carts in which their riders sat dashed off from the starting car and began to canter around the track. Ferg got off to a good start but before the first lap was out found himself lagging behind the two favourites in third place.
“C'mon! Get in there you useless knacker!” Lir called out to his brother as he passed by him and went into his second lap. His words of encouragement didn't seem to go to well though as Darkie came up from behind him and forced Ferg back into fourth place. Lir ran from his place by the bookies over to the gate and shouted as Ferg got the bell for the final lap “If ye don't win this bhoy I'll rip yer fecking clackers off!”, he was getting agitated and his accent was changing as it did from a pleasant flirty Galway brogue to something closer to his native 'skanger' – a curious quirk he seemed to have developed ever since his first change. It seemed however that hearing this had somehow inspired Ferg's horse like a firecracker going off on its arse as suddenly it picked up a great amount of speed and began to pass the other riders into third and second place.
“YES!” Lir shouted. “G'WAN YA GOOD THING!” Then his eyes were caught by a shimmering light to his left and understood the reason for the horses sudden burst of speed. As Ferg passed the leading favourite just in time to cross the finish line and take home the trophy and €1000 prize, Lir smiled to himself, beyond the track hovered a shimmering woman who Lir was certain only he could see. She winked playfully at him and then vanished in a puff of glamour.
One day. Probably not a good long time. Buy one day, they're paths would cross again. Until then, he only wished for her the world of good.
(i should just point out one last thing, Emer and Brig's speech is written phonetically and all spelling mistakes there are intentional - they both have very strong traveler accents, Lir's accent changes according to mood and thus his speech is written more phonetically as he gets more agitated)
World Of Good
“C'mon now lads! On the final!”
“Take 5/2! Five to two, Darkie, five to two!”
“Betting without the two favourites! Three chances to win! On the final lads!”
The cries of the bookies tang out above the crowds at the dunmanway sulky races drawing in the myriad of punters from the British tourists fluttering with a few euros to the local farmers syndicates throwing down fistfuls of fifties on a single horse. In amongst the crowds a single old man with tufts of white hair growing out of his ears and a deep red nose was throwing three playing cards around on a table as a young man in his twenties wearing a tailcoat watched intently as the less wily of the customers lost their money to the age old con. Further away, a pair of young girls in pink tracksuits were standing next to a white pony and selling raffle tickets. Standing up on the gate in front of them a cardboard sign written in black marker read:
1st Prize – Beautiful Pony
2nd Prize – Gallon Of Whisky
3rd Prize - ½ Ton Of Coal
“Foiv yearo a ticket. Win a bewtiful pawney.” One of the young girls called out as the other sold three tickets to a happy couple with a small child.
“Ye wud a taught dese buffer bhoys would have woiked aht they aint gotta chance boi now.” She sad turning to her sister.
“Will ye keep it downe Emer. Jaisus, ye don't wantha howl fukin' town nowin'” The other girl replied
“Don'yew be lectrin' me Brige, I've been doin' this a lot longer than ye's have an I can tell ya...”
“Seriously girls. Isn't it time we finally let someone win Chaser. People must be starting to recognise him now.” A voice said behind them and the two girls turned to see a tall man with rough red hair standing there.
“Uncle Lir!” they both cried and hugged him tightly from either side.
“Hey hey! Careful girls, ye'll crack me fecking ribs if ye keep that up.”
“An' wherrin fuck did ye go to anyhows? Ye bin gan fer days?” Emer said stepping back from embracing her uncle.
“Ah now that young ladies is a good story and one I'll definatly be telling ye all later, for now lets just say I was following in the footsteps of Oisin.”
“Really now? Ye been ta Tir Na Nóg, havye?” Lirs other neice asked him. “yer lookin' good fer it, arnt ye ment to be loik a hundra' or summin?” she joked.
“Ah thats right I would be, but would ye believe I tricked the fairys into letting me back without the whole aging thing.”
“Heh, wouldna doubcha.” Emer joked and Lir couldn't help wonder whether the older members of their band would take his jokes so lightly. Most his veritable army of nephews and nieces didn't know he was Garuo, and certainly didn't believe in fairies, at least not the ones over seven. The rest of his colossal family however no doubt would have far more than twenty questions for him when he saw them and most of them would no doubt be plenty concerned if they heard that he had indeed spent the last few days in the arms of a Naimh of The Golden Hair of his own.
His primal urge and desire to seek out others of his own kind had led him away from his families caravans five days ago and eventually to a fairy ring near Blind Harbour. What he had found waiting for him there though had not been the fellow Garou he was unconsciously so eager to meet but what he would later describe as 'the most tome beour he'd ever laid his eyes on'. Lynne Ó Flynne, shone in the moonlight as she beckoned him closer and showed him the wonders that only a fae maiden could.
Five days had indeed felt to them both like an Otherworld eternity, and Lir was almost surprised in himself to find that time hadn't been passing at a completely different speed as he finally parted company with her – but not nearly as surprised as he was with his own decision to do so.
“I'm in time for the final I hope? I got to go place a twenty on Ferg, he did make the final right.”
“Oh yeah, but 'e's fair fromda faivrut.” Emer said. “He's at 4-1 at the mo.”
“Sure, thats good enough for me. Well worth a flutter. Hows Grea'uncle Pat doing?”
“Ah, he's takin' enough afda buffer bhoys alrioght. But yer man in the weird coat deres
been watchin him a whoile now. I don't trustda fecker.”
“Ah leave him, if he manages to beat the con, fair fucks to him I say. I'm gonna go put me money down.” Lir smilled and ruffling the hair of his neices walked over to the bookies. It hadn't been easy to leave Lynne behind, but deep in his heart, despite the deep passionate love he'd gained for her in only that short space of time, he knew they'd made the right decision. Lir was still very new to whole experience of being 'a dag' as he called himself, and still was yet to come into contact with other garuo – thusly he had no idea about how most of his fellow Fianna were quite in favour of ties with the Fae. What he did know though was that his family and rest of his travelling band certainly wouldn't be too happy with him spending much more time away from them, when he was supposed to be their protector, and probably wouldn't be too happy if they knew it was a supernatural being he was involved with and not a kinfolk like them. The other thing both he and Lynne had known was that anyone who fell for a fae was almost certain to meet with disaster. The entire history of Irish Literature and folklore, from the legend of Oisin to Artemis Fowl all agreed, he who tries to keep a relationship with fairies brings doom on himself and usually his family as well. And so against their own feelings they had decided to part ways, and while part of their hearts would always remain true, to walk away with no regrets and live their lives away from each other.
All things considered. Lir felt quite at peace with it all. He wasn't usually a peaceful soul, he loved hard, drank hard, and fought hard – then regaled everyone with the stories of it all. However, with this, something in his soul was telling him he made the right move, and although he believed one day he may once again see his love, he was right to put her aside for a while. There would be other women in his life, he had no doubt, as there may be other men in hers, still only after five days of her company, he knew she'd always be the closest he'd ever have to a true love.
Lir reached the Kelleher Racing stand just in time to put his twenty down on his brother Ferg, riding Cuchulainn's Engineer before betting closed and the race started. The crowds of people rushed up onto the nearby hill or down to the railings to watch as the eight horses pulling sulky carts in which their riders sat dashed off from the starting car and began to canter around the track. Ferg got off to a good start but before the first lap was out found himself lagging behind the two favourites in third place.
“C'mon! Get in there you useless knacker!” Lir called out to his brother as he passed by him and went into his second lap. His words of encouragement didn't seem to go to well though as Darkie came up from behind him and forced Ferg back into fourth place. Lir ran from his place by the bookies over to the gate and shouted as Ferg got the bell for the final lap “If ye don't win this bhoy I'll rip yer fecking clackers off!”, he was getting agitated and his accent was changing as it did from a pleasant flirty Galway brogue to something closer to his native 'skanger' – a curious quirk he seemed to have developed ever since his first change. It seemed however that hearing this had somehow inspired Ferg's horse like a firecracker going off on its arse as suddenly it picked up a great amount of speed and began to pass the other riders into third and second place.
“YES!” Lir shouted. “G'WAN YA GOOD THING!” Then his eyes were caught by a shimmering light to his left and understood the reason for the horses sudden burst of speed. As Ferg passed the leading favourite just in time to cross the finish line and take home the trophy and €1000 prize, Lir smiled to himself, beyond the track hovered a shimmering woman who Lir was certain only he could see. She winked playfully at him and then vanished in a puff of glamour.
One day. Probably not a good long time. Buy one day, they're paths would cross again. Until then, he only wished for her the world of good.
“The sky at night and the open sea
A clear refreshing mountain stream
Tir-Na-NÓg and Robin Hood
I wish for you the world of good”
- The Saw Doctors
Tir-Na-NÓg and Robin Hood
I wish for you the world of good”
- The Saw Doctors
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