#nimisms

[highpriestessnimueh-blog]

HC#2 The Isle of the Blessed was not so long ago an island thriving with life and magic. It had places for Priests and Priestesses and others to live, a temple, forests, orchards, fields. It was beautiful and the shadow of it that we see on the show is nothing compared to what it was, what it could be again. Nimueh misses it, she used to climb the trees and lay around in the sun when she didn't have lessons or other work to do.

This is gorgeous. You’re killing me.

This headcanon is legitimate.

(And I’m wildly inspired to create some accommodating art of young Nimueh in a tree.)

[highpriestessnimueh-blog]

HC Mordred

send hc + a word and I’ll write a headcanon about it

When Mordred’s father died, Nimueh could feelits impact. Being a child of magic just as she was,she wanted to take him in and raise him to be anall-powerful high priest. However, her ability offoresight showed how he would bring Arthur’sdemise and the fall of Camelot. Being this wasprecisely what she wanted, she forced herselfto let him be and to create his own path.

[singstotrees-blog]

Ingebjorg: "Eh eh... Why it has to end?" Nimlith: "So it can begin again."

Nimlith knows the circle of life.

[singstotrees-blog]

Elgaraen: You speak too much in riddles, fair elf. Nimlith: Am I? I speak only the truth. Nimlith: But what the truth is, is like this water. Look! Elgaraen: The water merely exists. Nimlith: The water is the water, and it does not care who you or I are. Nimlith: But if I look into its mirror, I see myself. And if you gaze into the same water, you will still not see me. You will only see yourself. Nimlith: Which of this is the truth? Nimlith: And the answer is: It is all the truth. But still we see different things.

Nimlith knows truth is a matter of perspective.

[singstotrees-blog]

None know wholly what the future will hold; and thus we have Hope.

Nimlith knows that not knowing your future can be a boon sometimes.

[singstotrees-blog]

All rivers sing their own song, and all rivers find the sea, in the end. Thus the sea sings all their songs, and more.

Nimlith listens to rivers.

[singstotrees-blog]

Gualric: I have trouble hearing sometimes. Gualric: The world can be too noisy. Nimlith: Then listen to the silence, not the noise. Nimlith: Listen not to your ears, but your heart. Nimlith: Find the song that is in you... and sing it.

Nimlith knows the sound of silence... again

[singstotrees-blog]

Clill: Anor makes the flowers grow... Nimlith: But so does the rain, and good black earth. Nimlith: Everything grows. Everything is one.

Nimlith is one with the world.