iit'2 ju2t that you look for thiing2 when you need them. Adieu, adieu my native shore Fades over the waters blue The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild sea-mew. So it is a time of tremendous pressure and uncertainty. SOLLUX: actually, iit'2 not that you lo2e thiing2 when you need them.
As the Sidhe focused on the Lord’s music, the woman held the child close to her chest and slipped away, back out from the hill, and back to her village.Īnd as far as I know, the Sidhe are still sitting around their Lord, listening to his beautiful music.When a movie is about to come out on its initial debut, there are a lot of people involved - the financiers, the studio and the producers and also, many times, the foreign distributors. All the Sidhe gathered around him in awe, but the woman had eyes for her baby only. He immediately started to play, his nimble fingers drawing songs wild and painfully beautiful from the golden strands. Only when her daughter was in the woman’s arms did she release the cláirseach to the Lord of the fair folk.
But the woman stood and walked as she played a yet more tragic song, so that many of the Sidhe fell to their knees and wept. Children are the most fascinating of all the human’s creations, and the child was a favourite plaything of the Sidhe. “All I want is my daughter back.”Īt first the Lord refused. Im not too keen towards Light being my aspect, though Always felt more like a Void/Space Player. “More life of my own is nothing to me,” she said. Homestuck released 288 new zodiac symbols and ALSO made a dumb test for symbol, moon and aspect.
“I shall grant you eternal life so that you may make another harp, only let me have this one,” said the Lord. She shook her head and played a mournful chord that had the Sidhe weeping and wailing to have the music in their own hands. The woman was poor, but the gems didn’t even catch her eye. “Give me the harp and you shall have all these jewels as well, you shall be a princess among your people.” The Lord had precious gems brought and laid on the ground in front of her as she began to pick out another soulful song. “This is worth far more than that paltry sum, it is made with my own hair.” epic gamer momentTimestamps:Well, Sollux is there.2:49 - Greet yourself7:26 - Keep your distanceHes PANICKING12:32 - /tp out of there16:14 - Youre the ma. “I must have that harp give it to me and I will cover you in gold.” The Sidhe surrounded her, transfixed, and when at last her lament ended, the Lord of the Sidhe himself came to her. The young woman walked to the centre of the hill, in a bustling square, sat down and began to play her cláirseach, singing along of how she missed her baby. Eventually the Sidhe agreed and led her in. Angels is all right, singin an playin an flying around, but dey aint much on workin de crops and buildin. The young woman refused all bargains but entry to the hill. Tezeri Pyrope and Sollux Captor, Homestuck. She offered her riches and gifts and many priceless things for it, for the fair folk can’t create, but only look upon the creations of humans with envy. Before long a Sidhe woman came to her and asked for the cloak. She found the entrance to the heart of the hill, where the Sidhe live, draped the cloak about her shoulders and walked back and forth preening herself. She found a whale’s jawbone bleached by the sun and sea, then took her own golden hair and strung it onto the bone to create a cláirseach (Irish harp) which sang with a clear sweet note. The woman collected the softest feathers from gulls nests on vast seaside cliffs and wove them into a cloak of pure soft white. She gave the young woman invulnerability to go along with her strength and determination, and told her to create something with which to trade for entrance to the land of the Sidhe, and something to trade for her baby. She searched high and low, asking everyone if they’d seen her baby, and while most shook their heads in grief for her, she didn’t lose hope.Īt last she met an old woman who told her what everyone else did - your child is with the Sidhe. The woman refused to accept that her baby was gone. Have you ever heard the story of the woman whose baby was stolen by the Sidhe? It’s an old Irish folk tale apparently, I used to tell it to my kids (Come to think of it that explains a little about Bug and Bee…) (It’s also the inspiration for my next book, Changeling).