Send an ask or reply if you want to be perma-tagged. But I’m kinda sure @green-spear-of-causality would want to see this. She/They condones my angst fuel so if I post another angst story revolving around celts, you found one of the enablers!! We still love her/them tho.
google translate from English to Scottish Gaelic. I’m willing to change it if the translation was wrong and if any of my audience that is either Irish or knows of Gealic Irish tells me the right term. Thank you! [Posted from Website]
“The kingdom has won! The Knights of Fianna has bought victory with their return!!”, A traveler announced, and the village cheered.
“This cause for a celebration!”, a villager cheered, and the rest cheered in agreement.
As the kingdom’s village cheered, the crowd splits, as they make way for a certain group. Soon, they arrived. They were knights, waving at the villagers who cheered for their victory.
The knights soon disperses from their group to greet their family and/or lovers. What left of the group was two, a man with long blonde hair, and a man in green, with wavy black hair. Their one-on-one conversation soon ended, as some of the female villagers soon flock the two to give them their personal praises and congratulations
The hooded figure within the crowd squints, and the attention of the black haired knight was piqued, and looked to their direction, only to see the figure leaving.
“My lord--”, the loyal knight starts, and the blonde knight stops him.
“I have seen, Diarmuid.”, The leader nods. “Go and follow. I will tell the others of your whereabouts, and I will follow along soon.”
The knight bows and excuses himself, before running towards where the hooded person turned.
He managed to follow their trail, seeming to stop to know whether he was still following them, and presses on when they confirm their suspicion. This led him to the outskirts of the village, the hill that had the most beautiful view of the sunset, an ever beautiful scenery as the sun shined through the forests found shortly after the village.
“I’m surprised you followed.”, a voice said, and he turned around, his spear raised and ready... only to find, a woman; leaning on a lone tree’s bark, her brown hood lowered that showed a small portion of her face, which is somewhat hidden behind her messy black locks. Her overgrown bangs swept to the side that it hid her left eye behind it, leaving the knight to stare at her only visible eye. It was an odd gradient shade from violet to pink. She merely stared at him, blinking lifelessly.
Something clicked in Diarmuid. They’ve been having eye contact for quite some time, and yet... He paused, and changed his form to a calmer one.
The woman blinked again, and he blinked as well.
“If you’re worried about your mole, don’t.”, the woman sighed before pushing her body off the bark. The moment her body left the bark, Diarmuid’s stance changed into a cautious one.
The staring contest went on once again. Diarmuid was watching for a change of movement, in case she jumps at him, while the woman merely stared and blinked at him. Until he heard a familiar set of footsteps, and his lord came into view.
“Is this one of your seductress, Diarmuid?”, The blonde knight teased, “Shall I leave?”
“N-No, my lord. I do not know who this woman is.”, Diarmuid clarified, his stance returning to a calmer one, his spears resting calmly in his hands.
The blonde knight hums before he turns to the woman. From his current distance, he can clarify she isn’t taller than him, maybe around the height of his shoulders. Her stance was calm, and her face showed no emotion. Her face didn’t move from when she and Diarmuid were staring at each other. She was side-eyeing him, before blinking and switching to a now taller form of Diarmuid, and huffs and proceeds to put her hood back.
As the woman turns and begins to walk away, the blonde knight bellows his command to his right hand knight, who proceeds to pierce the woman with Gae Dearg.
The wind the came along with the pierce of the spear broke the woman’s hood, tearing it to two, but left the woman unscathed in her immediate evasion. She quickly went for the gold eyed knight, and seizes his hold of Gae Dearg, before flawlessly sliding it behind his foot forward, making him fall to his back.
As the Diarmuid attempts to stand back up, the pointed end of Gae Dearg is pointed at his adam’s apple, making him freeze. His gaze went from the end of what left he could see of his spear and towards the woman who successfully make him relinquish hold of it in a matter of seconds.
As he finally reached the current wielder, he froze.
He is seized under a woman with glowing gradient eyes.
“That was your first mistake.”
