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new Eiru render found deep within Tetsura Nomura's file cabinet
Saw Cartoon Saloon's Eiru yesterday during a limited public release! Definitely one of my favorite short films of all time now thanks in part of its theme of unity, which is much needed in these times...
wake up babe the new trailer for the next cartoon saloon short film just dropped
Everyone go check out ERIU, the latest outing from Cartoon Saloon the studio that brought you The Irish Triloy (The Secret of Kells, Song of the Sea & Wolfwalkers) as well as The Breadwinner.
Long ago, when the land still spoke in the tongues of tree and stream, and the Tuatha Dé Danann walked freely across the green hills of Éire, there lived a goddess named Éiru.
She was one of three sisters—Ériu, Banba, and Fódla—each a spirit of the land, each a queen in her own right. But of the three, it was Éiru who walked the Beltane fields barefoot, laughing in the rain, weaving blossoms into her red-gold hair.
She was the land made flesh. The curve of her hip mirrored the soft hills of Connacht. Her breath was the wind that teased the barley. Her voice carried the rhythm of rivers.
Each year, on the first eve of May, Éiru emerged from her sacred hill beneath Uisneach, the spiritual centre of the island. The fires were lit high, and the cattle driven between them. The people gathered, hearts open, eyes shining with the promise of renewal.
And each year, Éiru would choose a king.
Not a ruler in the sense of iron or war—but a consort of the land, one who would walk beside her, tend the fields, and honour the sacred bond between earth and people. This was the banais ríghi, the marriage of king and goddess. Without it, the land would grow cold. The rains would withhold. The people would hunger.
The choosing was not simple. It did not depend on strength alone, nor wisdom, nor beauty. The goddess tested each suitor—sometimes with riddles, sometimes with a kiss that burned like the sun, sometimes with silence so deep it echoed eternity.
One year, no suitor pleased her. The fires smoked. The fields withered. The druids trembled. “Why do you not choose?” they asked.
And Éiru replied, “Because the men seek the crown, not the land. They want power, not partnership.”
She vanished into the mist, and the harvest failed.
The following year, a young man named Conall arrived at the Beltane fire. He did not wear jewels or fine cloaks. He came with dirt beneath his nails and sap on his palms. He had tended the sick sheep of a widow on his way and missed the first lighting of the flames.
Éiru saw him and smiled.
She approached in silence. The crowd hushed.
She said only this: “What do you love more than yourself?”
And Conall, not knowing who she was, answered, “The land that feeds the people. And the people who remember the land.”
She kissed him then.
The skies opened in a sudden rain—a sprinkling, soft and silver, washing over their heads as if the sky itself approved. The hawthorn tree bloomed out of season. The fire blazed higher.
And Éiru crowned him with a wreath of clover and rowan. The first Green King in three generations.
Together they walked the spiral of the Beltane rite. She, the May Queen, the spirit of the land in her full flowering. He, the willing guardian, humble and strong.
The crops that year were abundant. The cattle bore twins. And it is said that the rivers themselves sang his name for seven nights.
From that time on, no man was crowned without first kissing the earth. No woman wore the Beltane crown unless she had first dreamed of roots.
And Éiru?
She still walks the hills at Beltane.
Her laughter rides the breeze.
And on rainy spring nights, if you kneel in the grass and close your eyes, you might feel her fingers crown you in clover.
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YALL OMG I JUST SAW EIRU
ANOTHER BANGER FROM CARTOON SALOON
YALL NEED TO WATCH IT IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY IT'S AVAILABLE TO THE PUBLIC FOR A SHORT TIME
I made a whole Twitter thread about this a few months back but I figured that I might as well bring it here as well.
Today I want to take some time to make another NEO TWEWY analysis post on the Identity Crisis sidequest revolving around Eiru and how it actually provides extra insight into Nagi and Fret’s characters.