Approching with caution so not to spook her, "Mo àlainn bubhall*, you are distressed, is there anything I can do to help?" Laying a gentle hand on her mane.
The unicorn leans into Aille's touch, her white head bowed. "Your presence is comfort enough." She nuzzles at the goddess's hand, then looks up at her shyly. "Though I would like... well, it seems rather silly... but do you know any songs? It's been so long since I heard anyone sing."
Stroking her mane gently, leaning in close, "'Tis not silly at all, it would be my pleasure to sing for you."
She thinks for a few moments then begins to sing softly...
Tis the time now of Springtime, And Our Lady fair. When the birds sing gaily Flying through the air. And the sweetly scented flowers In their garments bright, Color hills and meadows, What a lovely sight. Then dance and sing a joyful song, While all around us new life sings along. There's peace, love, and joy everywhere, Let it in your heart, to abide there.
She sighs, and this time it's a sigh of simple content, the kind almost any creature gives when a weight has been lifted from their heart. "That is a lovely song. It reminds me of my forest, when it's good and green and unburdened by memory." The unicorn rests her head in Aille's hands, closing her eyes for a long moment -- not because she is weary or troubled, but because she feels absolutely at peace.
"It 'tis one of the songs to the Goddess on Beltain, the turn of the seasons from winter to spring." She held the Unicorn's head in her hands and gently stroked it. "When I first heard it, it was sung in gaelic, many hundreds of years ago." She smiled in fond memory.
Her eyes open slowly, much clearer than they were, though at Aille's words an old shadow stirs somewhere in their depths. "The turn of the seasons," she says musingly, her voice very soft. "It is always spring in my forest, you know. Or it is as long as I remain to protect it."
The unicorn hesitates, then reluctantly lifts her head free of the goddess's soothing hands. "There is something else I would ask of you... a favor, though I feel I have no right to beg it. I must go away from here for a time, and I'm not certain how soon I will be able to return. I fear for my forest while I am gone; I fear that winter will come, and with it, the hunters." She shudders a little, as if she already hears the baying of hounds, borne along by an icy wind.
"You bring a precious sense of peace wherever you go, Aille. In my absence, would you look in on my forest from time to time? Would you walk among my trees, and make sure my animals are safe?"
"Then those who live here are truely blessed, I remember living in the Highlands when the seasons would change, the snow would come and it would be so very cold. Then Spring would arrive, the snow would melt, the gods, fairies, mystic creatures and man would all dance at the Beltane fires, and other more intamite acts would be celebrated outside the fires light..." she laughed softly, "Any child consieved that night would always be considered blessed by the gods, and Brigid herself would take the time to help welp them. It has always been my favorite season."
Leaning in, she wraps her arms around the Unicorns neck and hugged the beautiful creature, "It would be my honour and pleasure to walk among the trees of your forest and keep it and those within it safe. Though I would like to send with you a sense of peace as well, your heart is heavy and you deserve some."
*My beautiful unicorn
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She thinks for a few moments then begins to sing softly...
Tis the time now of Springtime,
And Our Lady fair.
When the birds sing gaily
Flying through the air.
And the sweetly scented flowers
In their garments bright,
Color hills and meadows,
What a lovely sight.
Then dance and sing a joyful song,
While all around us new life sings along.
There's peace, love, and joy everywhere,
Let it in your heart, to abide there.
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The unicorn hesitates, then reluctantly lifts her head free of the goddess's soothing hands. "There is something else I would ask of you... a favor, though I feel I have no right to beg it. I must go away from here for a time, and I'm not certain how soon I will be able to return. I fear for my forest while I am gone; I fear that winter will come, and with it, the hunters." She shudders a little, as if she already hears the baying of hounds, borne along by an icy wind.
"You bring a precious sense of peace wherever you go, Aille. In my absence, would you look in on my forest from time to time? Would you walk among my trees, and make sure my animals are safe?"
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Leaning in, she wraps her arms around the Unicorns neck and hugged the beautiful creature, "It would be my honour and pleasure to walk among the trees of your forest and keep it and those within it safe. Though I would like to send with you a sense of peace as well, your heart is heavy and you deserve some."
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