Para Siempre

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Nuala 🌺

Headcanons:

Loves to cook and bake, especially when she can experiment in the kitchen

Taught herself the language of flowers and spends her downtime creating lavish floral arrangements

Hates spending time in the forest, due to her distaste for bugs

She is the more chaotic twin and always has some kind of scheme brewing

Enjoys going to Rita’s and has a healthy string of lovers

Prefers to use poison versus physical combat when necessary

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Cerridwen 🪻

Headcanons:

She appreciates fine jewelry and has a growing collection of perfumes from across Prythian and the Continent

Prides herself on being the more fashion forward sister and designs most of the outfits and styling for the Inner Circle

Proficient with daggers, can hit a moving target from 10 meters consistently

More soft spoken and reserved than her twin

Has curly hair and loves trying new ways to style it

She is older than Nuala by three minutes but lets her sister believe otherwise

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Day 6: Cerridwen

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Day 5: Nuala Day

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Day 4: Handmaiden Day-

Nuala and Cerridwen are our Night Court Barbies. They’re working all the jobs and making it look easy.

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"Wraiths are nothing but shadow and mist." A Court of Wings and Ruin

2026 Nuala & Cerridwen week

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Elain stood between Nuala and Cerridwen at the long worktable. All three of them covered in flour. Some sort of doughy mess on the surface before them.

The two handmaiden-spies instantly bowed to Rhys, and Elain—

There was a slight sparkle in her brown eyes.

As if she’d been enjoying herself with them.

Nuala swallowed hard. “The lady said she was hungry, so we went to make her something. But—she said she wanted to learn how, so …” Hands wreathed in shadows lifted in a helpless gesture, flour drifting off them like veils of snow. “We’re making bread.”

Elain was glancing between all of us, and as her eyes began to shutter, I gave her a broad smile and said, “I hope it’ll be done soon—I’m starved.”

Elain offered a faint smile in return and nodded.

She was hungry. She was … doing something. Learning something.

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Day 2: Sisterhood

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Welcome to Day 2 of our first Nuala and Cerridwen Week! Today’s theme is Sisterhood! We can’t wait to see all you come up with! I encourage you to tag @nualacerridwen for anything you post on Twitter so it can show up on the page! And remember to use #nualacerridwenweek on all forms of social media! If you have something you’d like us to post to the instagram on your behalf for one of the days because you don’t have instagram or only have a personal account you feel comfortable posting from, feel free to send me a message with the work and a username/ what social media site it came from that you’d like credited.

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NUALA

In Celtic mythology, Nuala is the name of a fairy queen who embodies grace and enchantment. This association with the fairy queen adds an ethereal quality to the name. It evokes a sense of magic and wonder, reflecting the belief in ancient folklore and the enduring ties between the natural and supernatural realms.

The etymology of Nuala can be traced back to the Old Irish name “Fionnghuala,” which combines “fionn,” meaning “fair” or “white,” and “guala,” meaning “shoulder.”

In modern Irish storytelling, Nuala means “born of the sea”.

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There is something so deeply atmospheric and foreboding about reading Edna St. Vincent Millay’s “Wraith.” It reminds me of how Nuala and Cerridwen move. How they might operate as spies who haunt their targets. Slipping from their corporal forms to shadows so they can listen, to observe unseen.

"Leaning on the wind" makes me think of Azriel and their tie to him

"And the garden showing through," their relationship with Elain and her being a source of life and them being vessels of death. Life and death coming together in harmony.