#aboutnualameta

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//sun and moon aesthetic for @merchantofwhispers and Nuala

Thank you for coming to my TED talk

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Nicknames for Nuala: Precious, Pearl, beloved, sweet one, majesty

//OH my god you're killing me

She can't decide which she likes best. She just likes Gemina--loves her, in fact.

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Kink: public sex / risk of being caught @ Nuala 👀

not today satan | fuck no | no thanks | eeeh | not sure | I’d give it a shot | sure why not | omfg yes | there go my pants | holy fuck take me now

Send my muse a kink - accepting

//Nuala isn't sheltered, so much as usually too busy with her duties as Bethmoora royalty to consider this kind of thing. She's the sort of person who believes that intimacy ought to be between the involved parties and though the risk of being caught carries a certain thrill, the risks MIGHT outweigh the benefits. The one time she might roll with it is if there's no chance of actual repercussions, save a wee bit of embarrassment.

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Nuala: "Bunny", "Precious", "Nue-lly" - only said when sleepy

//CUTE CUTE CUTE ACCEPTED!!! 

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TRUTH. Nuala, did you know Gemina was a... beast when first you encountered her?

“I knew no such thing,” she responds, her whispering soft voice becoming sharp with slight indignation at the word. “And I still do not.” Her strange, ancient, golden gaze snaps upward and force a meeting of the two, as if to say ‘look me in the eyes and say that again’. Her too-wide mouth is drawn into a tight line. “I knew she was not like me, and not human. I did not ask, because it is… in poor form and she offered me shelter when she did not know me.”

TRUTH MEME

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HC dump Nuala

The Bethmoora clan is one of the oldest elven clans in the world, and one of an even smaller number of those left from the old days. Many elves exiled themselves, believing in Prince Nuada’s desire to slaughter or subjugate the human blight. As a long-lived species, elves have historically had a much better grasp upon the ebb and flow of history, nature, and magic than humans ever could. Nuala sees her brother’s perspective and while she does not dispute the right of it, his methods fly in the face of her sworn oath to do no harm, if it can be helped.

The day Nuada left them, Nuala took that oath, vowing that if her brother killed ten thousand humans, she would heal ten thousand. That if he burnt one hundred villages, she would plant one hundred trees. She vowed to be his opposition, without force or violence. That day, she truly lived up to the name she had chosen, Silverleaf to her twin’s Silverlance.

Nuala has strong restorative magic, both to sentient beings and to plants. Her healing abilities are second to none amongst the elves.

Because of her soft nature, there is no animosity toward her, though her father has gained more than a few enemies during his millennia of life. It is widely thought, in the magical underworld, that if the Bethmoora clan came under attack, Nuala would be spared. She hates the very idea of watching her family die around her, of course, as she abhors senseless violence in any capacity and will not even raise a blade to defend herself if she senses no malice from the attacking party.

Humanity baffles her, and intrigues her. She has never seen a race fight itself so fiercely, but remain so completely dominant over its domain, that is the surface world. Very few bastions of magical life have managed to stay, much less thrive, on the surface—deep forests, high mountains, vast deserts and fathomless oceans are some of that which are left. This is due, of course, to the spread of humanity, at least in part. She thinks there can be other reasons, of course, but even Nuala, strong advocate for humanity, cannot deny their ability to spread, tame, and conquer.

In the Arthurian age, Nuala is known by her Druidic name, Nimue—a fae and sometimes the Lady of the Lake, it is she upon whom the legends are based, if legends they be. To the Nordic people, she seems to be the basis of their goddess Freja, though she’s never had a cart drawn by cats (she thinks that might be impractical, if cute). To the Japanese, she is their sun god, the mother of all, Amaterasu. In Egypt, she is Isis, Bast, Hathor, and many others. In Sumer and Babylon, they call her Inanna, or Ishtar, queen of heaven. In Greece, she is Persephone. While it is flattering, in passing, to be equated to a goddess, the strange veneration has always made Nuala exceedingly uncomfortable, but as humanity moves farther and farther from the age of elves, she understands that they simply haven’t a word for what she is.

Her penchant for travelling is precisely what has earned her all these names. Her father has always known better than to stop her, even during the time of great war. Unfortunately, her faith in humanity has gotten her into trouble—once specifically, when she was set upon by several men, looking to capture her brother, Nuada. All elves look the same to humans, especially twins. She is violently injured during the assault and, as a result, cannot bear children.

In elven culture, marrying brother to sister is not strange, nor does it bear the consequences of human inbreeding. Perhaps because of their long lives, the elves have escaped this consequence. Long lives and low birthrate means that it behooves an elven clan to keep their blood strong and pure. Magical traits are also passed down through bloodlines. Nuala’s sterilization has dealt a crippling blow to the Bethmoora clan, who has no more trueborn femal heirs to carry on the name and, since Nuada’s self-imposed exile, no more males, either.

As a child, she had known she would marry Nuada. As twins, they have a closeness that even other elven siblings cannot match and she grows up comfortable with the idea. No one understands her the way Nuada does—until something in him changes. The night of her assault, he feels it as well, as he feels all her wounds. He will never forgive humanity for what they have done and it is this rage that pushes him to advocating for the use and creation of the Golden Army.

It is this change that prompts Nuala to fear her brother, in a way. It’s not an active terror, as she would never cringe at the sight of him or assume he would do her harm, but a knowledge deep inside her that he is fundamentally different than she and damaged in a way that her powers cannot repair. She has infinite forgiveness in her heart; Nuada seems only to have infinite anger, toward the humans, toward his father… perhaps toward the world, though never Nuala.

She has been imprisoned underground during most of the modern age, alongside her family, because there simply isn’t enough presence of magical beings on the surface world to make her passage an assuredly safe one—not that it ever was. Where she could walk as a goddess, or a holy woman or healer before, now she would be a pariah, a freak, someone who’d be dissected before spoken to. As a result, her English, while good, is somewhat formal.