The village was alive with preparation for the festivities. Sundown today would mark the beginning of Samhain, the dark-side of the year and the return of the soldiers from their travels during the summer. Village children alternated between tight-knit circles, carving faces into forgotten vegetables. The women continued their eternal toil at the fireside, while the remaining men got to the fields once again. The escape rate for livestock peaked at this time as the normally docile animals all became mysteriously aware of their fate.
The boys stole away beyond the outskirts of town and off to the nearby river. It was the safest place for Ferdia to avoid recognition by other nobles. He followed clumsily behind the much nimbler Oillín, before coming to the roots of a large tree some ways from the water. After one last look to ensure they weren’t followed, the duo tucked themselves in the mossy nook. The quiet of the reddening woods prevailed over all.
“Here,” Ferdia produced from his robes a small wrapping of cloth. Oillín hesitated before taking it. Inside was some kind of bread and a block of cheese.
“Honey cake!” Ferdia clarified with a cheerful smile. Oillín gave him a sheepish smile and a shy nod. He took a small bite, and his face lit up. Exclamation he held back, however, offering a humble thank you instead. The rest he tucked away in his pocket. When questioned, he admitted the rest would go to his siblings.
Next, Oillín got to work drawing shapes in the ground with a stick. A large circle denoted their village, with surrounding scrawls representing surrounding forests and rivers.
“The soldiers usually come in from this way, right?”
Ferdia blinked. “What do you mean this way?”
“From the front.”
“What front? The village doesn’t have a front.”
“Yeah it does! The entrance near Dubhuir’s farm is the front! They come over the hill from THAT way!” Oillín scribbled a little figure representing a cow by the village “front” with his finger.
“…Sure,” he shrugged before muttering something under his breath about nobles and their fancy language and lack of directional sense. How could someone know so much and so little at the same time?
“If they come from the front, and we’re about here, the trees’ll hide us, and we’ll be ahead of the village so we’ll see’em first, AND have the elemelent of surprise!”
“Surprise. Why?” Ferdia asked pensively. Oillín huffed a haughty grin.
“So we can attack! We know once Aodhàn’s at the village it’ll be impossible to git’im. For all we know some girl’ll jump right in his arms and kiss him with her tongue!”
“Ew! Like a dog??”
“Worse than a dog!” He leaned into his friend’s ear and told him something horrible.
“Gross!!! Stop making up lies!” Ferdia shoved him away.
“Am not! I seen it myself!”
The prince made a disgusted noise, and Oillín’s gaze creased into an amused leer. When Ferdia recovered his senses, he posed another question.
“So, why are we attacking Aodhàn?”
“Fairy do I gotta spell everything out for you?”
A pitifully ignorant look from the prince was enough. Oillín sighed and shook his head.
“Think about it. Aodhàn’s a soldier. Soldiers fight. You’re not a girl, so you can’t just kiss him, and you can’t be a baby cause that’s boring. You gotta impress him. And how’d ya do that?”
“… By hurting him?”
“By showing him what you’re made of!”
“But.. Aidan’s my friend…I don’t want to hurt him!”
“Oh fine you’ll not Hurt him! Just scare him a little. A farce to be reckoned with!”
“A force?”
“Maybe if you’re tough enough, he’ll take you on a hunt!”
Ferdia’s face brow shifted from excitement to reprehension, to contemplation, and finally settled on a determined furrow.
“Allright. What do we have to do.”
--
It was late afternoon when Oillín spotted the first of the saffron herd meandering over the horizon. He leapt to his feet, shook Ferdia awake and scrambled up into a tree for a better view.
“It’s them,” he confirmed.
“Do you see Aidan?” Ferdia asked impatiently.
“Not yet. We have to wait.”
The men in their furs and hides crept on as if ambling. In time, they passed a ways in front of the boys. If the two crept behind and bolted out now, they might be able to surprise them, but their target wasn’t among the flock.
“I…I don’t see him Ferdia.”
“Are you sure? Keep looking!”
Oillín counted heads. Brown, black, carrot, umber, cider and honey. All shades of hair and heights and girths and flesh of pale, pink and white, but none of the bronze and burnt auburn that signaled Aidan’s form. Oillín grit his teeth. They would have waited out here for nothing. The kern had passed quite far by and started to quicken pace towards the village. Some of the bolder townspeople were already running out to meet them.
Had they missed them? Did Aidan return with them at all?
Could he perhaps…not have made it back? It was common for soldiers to return as nothing but a brat and a brooch. He’d rather not think it, but the possibility pulsed with the heaviness in his head.
Ferdia. He’d have to tell Ferdia something. He stammered up an explanation.
“We might’ve missed him… but we can still cut him off at the village. “ He half-believed his own words. “If we go back now, we can-“
No one was at the foot of the tree.
“Ferdia?”
He looked out again. The brunet slinked his way alone into the great green. There he stood, staring into the maw of an unseen horizon. Oillín looked on in quiet helplessness. Perhaps he had noticed Aidan’s absence. What if he already had the same thought Oillín did? From the look on his face, it might be too late to convince him otherwise.
The wind rustled the branches and leaves with its whispered howl. Ferdia’s face, pink from the cool blasts was hard to read under the dance of his deep brown hair. By the time Oillín was halfway down the tree, he broke into a run.
--
Unable to decide between affection and attack, the child threw himself directly at him. Aidan saw him just in time to throw down his cane and snatch the child into his arms, flip him over on bended knee and blow a horrible bubbling noise into the pale underbelly. The child squealed and kicked, making no real move to escape.
“I GOT you! I GOT you didn’t I!? You were scared!!” Ferdia laughed.
“Got Me? I’m the one who got YOU! It was a trap and YOU fell for it!”
“You didn’t see me coming! You even dropped your stick!”
“What stick? Where? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Aidan looked around in mock confusion.
“Beside you!!!”
“Where, here?” Another bout of raspberries blown into Ferdia’s poor tummy. When he was finished, he raised his eyes to Ferdia’s. The darker pair trickled tears from the cold and the play. Aidan took a moment to read him. The boy seemed to be expecting something.
“You want a story, right?”
Ferdia’s chest swelled with an excited gasp. “Please Please Please!” he begged gleefully. At last, Aidan conceded with a sigh.
“Nope!”
With an impossibly sharp twist of his free arm, he snatched up the blond child behind him. The wooden cane went flying once more, this time from the boy’s hands. By the time Oillín got his bearings again, he hung awkwardly under the soldier’s arm. Confusion, frustration, and relief bubbled up inside him.
“HOW!!???” He cried.
“I’ve got eyes in the back of my head~” Aidan whispered while giving him an affectionate squeeze.
“LIES! You grown-ups ALL say that!!” Oillín thrust an accusing finger at him. “Ferdia! Did you tell him!?”
“No I didn’t! I spooked him I swear! That’s how you were able to get the stick! He was so scared he dropped it!”
Aidan rolled his eyes. It was true, Ferdia had told him, indirectly; Oilliín’s reflection was visible in his dark, watery eyes. He’d never give them the peace of that knowledge, however. Instead, he retorted with “I was not scared, my hand just slipped!”
“Can we go on a hunt? Pleeaassee??”
“Will you tell us a cool story?”
“Can we do a hog roast again?”
“Both of you wait please!” Aidan calmed them. “I haven’t even got to the village yet! I’m sure we can do all those things in time while I’m here.”
“So you’re staying this time?” Ferdia’s dark gaze was heavy. Aidan hesitated to give an answer, for even he wasn’t sure of his plans for the season.
“I should be,” was the uneasy reply.
The boys pumped their fists in excitement and scrambled to their feet, grabbing his cane and offering to walk him home. Aidan was exhausted. He let the warm welcome of the little ones console him on the way back to the village.
Approaching the settlement, the men quickened pace, from the leisurely amble to a brisk walk, with some bursting into a run. A teasing cold front cut across the sprawling meadows and smacked against their faces, powerless to quell the excitement riled up by the villager’s welcoming cheers.
Long saffron sleeves in hides and bearded manes whipped about in the useless cold, some accosted by their young lovers before making it to the village borders. The elderly followed in time to coo about their precious sons. The children, barely able to contain their excitement, leaped into their fathers’ arms, even tripping the weary soldiers with their antics. The merriment would only pause long enough for the king to make his official welcome home to his wayward soldiers. It was the day of Samhain, when the fianna came home.
Aidan fell behind, watching the festivities from a wary distance. He’d been privy to this scene countless times before, affording him a fickle regard to the cheery welcome. In cold season, the Fianna would remain within the village under the protection of the king and the nobles in much the same way that cows are brought into stable for the night. He was uninterested; his experience history allowed him the cushion of choice with regards to staying or going. His loyalty was a matter of will, and fortunately for this kingdom, he had willed it for a great number of years.
Cane in hand, he advanced at a pensive pace. Melancholy washed over him at the sight of the joyous welcome. Long gone were those who could spare him such a greeting. They had passed away a long time ago. He entertained himself with the image of his wife’s rosy face and their little ones with their cherubic smiles tottering about her feet.
The reverie was pierced by the shrill cry of his name, his gaze rising in time to meet the boy-child running towards him.
--
The clack of the stick on the table woke the young prince from his daze. The poet lectured for a short eternity on the importance of the prince’s knowledge regarding history, myth, politics and geography for the future prosperity bla bla bla… Ferdia had heard it all before. He answered in time to predictable pauses and he mustered his most attentive posture. The muse worked. For about two minutes. It wasn’t long before he felt himself drifting again.
The sound of a song roused him from his boredom. A child’s song. A loud and obnoxious song so willfully out of tune that Ferdia couldn’t restrain an excited wiggle. The teacher gave an irritated leer. With a huff, he hurried to the window and shut the wooden doors.
“I apologize for the disruption, your highness. The village children are up to their usual mischief. Shall we continue reciting where we left off?”
A gentle nod was Ferdia’s response while he collected his thoughts.
“The beginnings and ends of a single reign, the catalyst were the vermillion tears. A babe born of the soot of the grieving sun-“
A loud clack on the wooden window doors was now followed by a high-pitched bellowing. Ferdia snorted in amusement. The scribe did his best to ignore the commotion, but the rapping against the window continued, and the ruckus just outside would not soon end. He stormed again to the window.
“Will you CEASE that rack- OW!!” the man cried out. The pebble meant for the wooden window bonked his nose instead. A blond elfin child covered his mouth and gasped in mock surprise. The poor scribe was irate. Ferdia could sense him charging up another verbose lecture.
“Infernal boy!!! You’re disrupting the prince’s lessons! Get away before you’re ordered a lashing! Have you any idea what you’re interrupting!!”
The boy turned tail and ran away before he could finish. The exasperated scribe grumbled a cruelly cathartic fantasy under his breath. “Your Highness,” he began. “Let us continue.“
He was greeted by the blank face of the empty chair.
--
Barrelling past confused maids and busy servants, the young prince hastily swaddled himself in his cloak before tumbling out a back window. Free at last. He jogged out towards the village. The song of the horrible yowling from before advanced until the culprit was running beside him, a smug grin plastered on his face.
“Nice save!” Ferdia thanked his friend.
“I dunno how you sit through even one lesson with that old crow! I bet you even fell asleep again!”
“Oh come on, I didn’t this time,”
“Yeah? What’s that yucky stuff on your lip?”
“Wha!? I don’t…” Ferdia licked his lips to check. It was only after he saw the boy’s face that he knew he’d been had.”
“So you DID fall asleep~!”
“…Oillín!!!”
He escaped before Ferdia could scold him, not bothering to listen to the protests all the way.
Though it’s entirely possible for Tasch to know where Helios (or any star) is at any time, he doesn’t bother to track him because Heli made him promise he wouldn’t, and Heli gets away with this promise because Pyxis asks Tasch specifically not to tell him where Heli is located, because the moment he knows, Surya will definitely might ask him “Where is Heli?” , and Pyxis Cannot Lie to Surya.
Hype really doesn’t care either way, but would harass Heli just cuz, if he knew.
For everyone out there who currently has a uterus, I want to share this delicious recipe with you that is super beneficial to have right before your period starts. The ingredients have specific functions to help alleviate yucky menstrual side effects, plus it’s a really easy salad to toss together and it keeps well for 4-5 days in the fridge.
Raw Carrot Salad (Yield: 3 large servings, perfect for lunches)
30oz shredded carrots (aka 3 10oz bags)
1 cup chopped cilantro
1 cup chopped parsley
3-4 radishes, thinly sliced
1 green onion, sliced
1 avocado, diced
Dressing:
½ cup lime juice (roughly 3 large limes)
1 tsp sesame oil (ideally cold-pressed or untoasted)
1 Tbsp coconut nectar or maple syrup
1 tsp raw apple cider vinegar
1 tsp freshly grated ginger
1 tsp ground cumin
1 tsp ground coriander
Optional: ½ tsp low sodium Tamari, soy sauce, or dash of sea salt
Also optional: 2 Tbsp of hemp or sesame seeds
To make, simply whisk together all the dressing ingredients, then pour over the carrots, herbs, and radishes in a large bowl, then mix to coat everything. I usually prefer to add the avocado in the morning before I take my salad to work to keep it from browning too much, but you can add it when you make it.
Okay, so why some of these ingredients you ask – here’s some benefits of each:
Parsley and Cilantro – Both herbs are not only amazing at detoxifying heavy metals from your body (that can and will wind up in your menstrual blood and cause cramping when dislodged from the uterine wall), but parsley is also a natural diuretic, meaning that it will help flush excess water from your body and help alleviate the bloating associated with menstruation
Radish – Radishes help to dissolve excess mucus in our intestines, which helps our intestinal villi to absorb the nutrients in the food we eat. Less mucus in the intestines also means healthier, more regular bowel movements
Raw Apple Cider Vinegar – Raw ACV is a prebiotic food, meaning that it feeds the good bacteria in our gut, therefore promoting healthy digestion and nutrient absorption. Raw AVC also has some digestive enzymes, making it an excellent addition to any meal really
Ginger – Ginger is well-known to ease nausea and aid digestion, but it also improves assimilation and transportation of nutrients to body tissues, and clears the micro-circulatory systems in the body
Cumin – This is another spice which aids digestion and helps to flush toxins out of the body (specifically in the lymph nodes). As I talked about on a previous post, menstruation is essentially a monthly detoxification period for your body, so anything you can do to help your body detox prior to your period starting will alleviate some of the unfavorable side effects of menstruation
Avocado and Sesame Oil – These serve basically the same purpose in this recipe and that’s to be both grounding and “lubricating” or moisturizing. First, healthy fats are both physically and mentally grounding because they give a heaviness to meals. Secondly, in the Ayurvedic tradition, fats are considered pacifying to the wind energy (Vata), which is the primary energy driving menstruation. Women who have a lot of pain, nausea, bloating, etc during their periods are considered to have too much Vata energy (which is “drying”), therefore calming that energy and giving it ‘moisture’ will help alleviate those symptoms. (As an added bonus, healthy fats are also essential for good skin and might help with acne flare ups around your period)
I’ve been eating this salad pretty religiously over the past 6 months and it’s delicious, cheap and easy to make, and I can’t remember the last time I had cramps. (Just keep in mind that being pain-free during your period is a reflection of having a good diet 80-90% of the month, not just for the 3 days prior to your cycle starting – this recipe is just that added boost)
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