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[carstairsjames]

@ravencyclenetwork​ search: fairytales gwenllian as sleeping beauty

“go to sleep, my little daughter. dream of war... only I didn’t. i couldn’t. i’ve always been a restless sleeper!”

[kerahs]

♦ Depending on where you began the story, it was about  G w e n l l i a n.

              Gwenllian stood between the mirrors. The magic of them tugged and howled. The glass was not meant to show so many times at once; most people were not built to process so many possibilities at once. Gwenllian was just another mirror, though, and so the magic glanced off her harmlessly as she pressed her palms to either glass. She reached into all the possibilities and looked around, darting from one false truth to another.

[carstairsjames]

@ravencyclenetwork​ search: ladies gwenllian ap glyn dŵr

“i have been a sword and i have been a thunderclap, and i have been a burned-out comet and i have been a word and i have been a mirror. when you hold a candle in front of a glass, doesn’t it make the room twice as bright?”

[jacnaylor]

a young woman, orla’s age, the daughter of a nobleman, a witch in an age when witches were not always the best thing to be. surrounded by war, and doing her best to stop it