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caemthe · 1 day
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Running a clinic on top of being the leader of Wildfire? The Galaxy Ranger was quite impressed, to say the least. "It seems like everyone in Belobog has their hands full. You guys are all doing your part to move forward. That's really admirable." In fact, just the fact that the people of Jarilo VI had survived so many centuries despite the presence of a stellaron was something that deserved to be recorded in the history of the universe. Which made the young man briefly wonder if the people of Belobog were aware of how exceptional they were. But it was no time to start getting mushy. He would postpone it until after dealing with the fragmentum! That aside...
Crystal lizards?
Crystal didn't sound like something edible, but maybe it was the name used for a way to prepare the lizards? It made him curious. "I rather have something light before a fight, but I'm not against trying various snacks." He had never eaten lizard before, but Deirdre said they tasted similar to chicken, so... part of traveling is trying new things! "Well, let's start the Boulder Town culinary tour, shall we?" And so he was following Seele to food stalls!
Snapper Jam Appetizer, deep-fried rock crab, belobog sausage, stone-grilled olm, rye bread soda iceberg (actually, wasn't it funny that it was a frozen delight in a planet covered by the eternal freeze?), crystal lizard satay (with actual crystals!), and wild herb soup (which did like water with moss). Some would think that it wasn't much when compared to other planets, but the Galaxy Ranger was quite surprised by the variety available. The first bite of his satay was... "It does taste like chicken!" He exclaimed, pleased with the taste.
While she has her own reservations at first to let in an outworlder to intervene, the outworlder genuine honesty and enthusiasm quickly brushes off all her wariness && suspicion. ‘kay, maybe she shouldn’t be too overly guarded && suspicious against outworlders — unless they were members of IPC. On the other hand, Galaxy Rangers, as far as she was aware, didn’t carry out the unfavorable reputation that the IPC was proven to display. This guy at least, didn’t seem to be the type that’d play overly complicated mind games simply to make the entire Belobog bend to their will.
In short, a genuinely good person that she could trust.
“Well yeah, Nat’s mostly a doctor who runs her own clinic too, so it’s natural that she hands over the combat related work to me.” Patting onto her chest, a hint of prideful fulfilment can be discerned when she ended her sentence. Years of rigorous training under Oleg had bear its fruits, after all.
…Speaking about food, she was aware that her stomach somehow audibly rumbled earlier. If Nat or Oleg knew about how she skipped breakfast today, she’d probably get another session of lecture.
‘Tasty’, huh… Overworlders who were first introduced to these dishes would say otherwise, at first. Well, sorry that the Underworlders didn’t serve those so-called gourmet stuff! They had to make do with any available resources && couldn’t be picky with what they eat — but these were the dishes that sated her hunger since her childhood. When being asked by a visitor in this situation, of course she couldn’t give a better recommendation.
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“Let’s see… do you want something like light bites, or straight out fulfilling?” She had to start out with the most important question first. “If you want light bites, crystal lizard satay is one of my favorites, but if you want a heavier meal to prepare for an upcoming fight… Deep-fried rock crab is a perfect choice.”
Obviously, she wouldn’t mind having both for a fulfilling early lunch.
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caemthe · 1 day
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Tch. Getting too comfortable, weren't they? Just because he was already getting tired of eating didn't mean he had any intention of giving up. Whenever he entered a competition, it was to win and crush his opponent. And he especially wasn't going to lose to someone who still tried to maintain a 'proper image' in an eating competition. At least, that's what the Lancer fully believed until he was proven wrong in a rather intimidating manner.
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"..."
Now, he couldn't say that he was expecting that.
"Did you just...?" But how come he didn't see it coming? He had given his fair share of apples to Liath Macha and Dub Sainglend during his life. And the otherworldly horses always absolutely annihilated those apples. Why did he think Killian would be any different just because they tried to keep a regal appearance? Ugh, maybe it would've been better to not taunt the guy, but... no going back now!
"So what? Doesn't matter how good you're at crushing those apples. You still take forever to finish one. You're not winning this one, Spirit." And so he was picking up the pace, quickly finishing an apple even though he had trouble swallowing.
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[ apple eating competition ] The Lancer was eating as fast as he could! It took him a few bites to finish each apple, but he was making good progress nonetheless. Sure, he would've preferred it if it had been a juggling apples competition, but Cú Chulainn wasn't going to lose to someone who tries to maintain an image during an eating competition. "Heh, you sure you don't need a fork and knife with that?" Ha! The first place will be his!
Dark equine ears twitch 'pon the taunt, still leisurely eating an apple within his hands in light-medium bites. That young warrior who happens to be his opponent is a pretty skillful big eater himself, but it wasn't quite enough to fully convince the stallion to entirely drop the courteous table manners until the little hound went straight to the taunt && pushed him go straight to the act of devouring.
“You are very confident of yourself, little hound, I applaud your spirit for that.” He casts aside what remains from the last apple he ate to the side to take a brand-new shiny one. “But I can do this all day, you know.” Opening his mouth wide enough to put at least half of the fruit between his teeth, his jaws clench to crush the fully whole fruit between them. The sudden display of jaw strength ends up making a little soaked mess around his lips and hand, yet he manages to keep a nonchalant attitude while finishing off pieces of crushed apple within his mouth.
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Taking the nearest handkerchief, he cleans himself up—returning Lancer’s bewildered stare with a flat, “What?” As if he didn’t just unceremoniously crush && devoured a whole apple with his jaws alone. “Did you forget that I’m a horse? I'm still up to continue this match, if you want to.”
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caemthe · 1 day
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"Did that guy just bit an apple in half to establish his dominance?!!"
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caemthe · 1 day
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@holyrisen said.º
" ara, well hello there. " the cloaked figure greets patroclus with a gracious smile. his smile is present, yet there is no .... light behind it. an eerieness to his face; to his person. yet ever so familiar. upon closer inspection .... it can be shown that they looked almost alike to crimson. perhaps .... too alike. " pardon me, but i'm afraid i'm a little lost right. do you think you could help me with some directions ? " / pat meeting amok ........... yikes
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The atmosphere turned somber and chilling before the figure with a sinister air entered his field of vision and approached him. Despite working for the Bureau of Supernatural Affairs for around a decade now, Patroclus had only been in a situation like this a few times. The type in which his body tensed on its own and the instinct to fight or flight made itself known. So everything moved a little slower, the air felt a little colder, colors felt a little more vibrant, and he could hear his own heartbeat in his ears. It was jarring to feel this way outside a mission, when he had no reason to fear for his life. But Patroclus didn't show any of that. Instead, he simply offered the gentle and charming smile he showed everyone.
"I'm not that familiar with this area of the town, but I hope I can be of help. Where do you wish to go?" He couldn't see their face very well due to the cloak but, once he finally caught a glimpse, confusion was added to the cocktail of jarring sensations he was experiencing right then. Someone who looked just like Crimson but wrong. Truth to be told, he would've preferred it if he had been approached by a doppelgänger or fell for a trap of that type. But this person emanated the same (but different, just plain wrong) magical energy as the red dragon. That couldn't be good. "Not good with reading maps, I assume? I get it, Google Maps can be a pain to deal with at times."
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caemthe · 1 day
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The girl took a careful step back once she realized she said the wrong thing, even though her expression remained as neutral as always. "I'm sorry, I didn't know what else to make out of it." Once they reached the first floor, she stopped walking all of a sudden upon hearing the meowing of a cat. It had sounded close to where they were, so she turned her head and looked for the kitten. But the closest thing to an actual cat was a painting of one. "..."
Since she wasn't running anymore, she noted a few more details this time. There were more splotches of red and blue paint all over the gallery. Some of them looked like handprints, while others looked more like footprints. Had they always been there? Again, there was a loud sound, as if someone was moving things inside the gallery, but she didn't rush this time around. Instead, she raised her voice and exclaimed: "Don't move, we're almost there!" The odd sounds stopped then, so she assumed they heard her.
An assumption that didn't last long as, when they reached the last room, there was no one else around once again. Instead, there were more letters written on the walls and paintings. It was badly written, as if written by a kid much younger than her, but it said something along the lines of 'Welcome to the world of G???' But she was more curious about the painting on the ground. It should be terrifying, but it also looked like it was calling her. There seemed to be a crumbled paper on a corner of the painting and, when she leaned down to grab it... "!!" As if it was a trick of magic, a dark hand pulled her down, making her disappear from the room.
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     there's  a  deep  breath,  trying  to  keep  himself  from  absolutely  losing  it.   though  he  suppose  it's  all  making  a  lot  more  sense  once  she  said  that  she's  only  nine.   though  gilgamesh  would've  assumed  that  dee  would  know  a  bit  better  by  that  age,  anyway.   ❝ i  highly  doubt  that  would  be  the  case  —  you'd-  one  would  assume  that  we  would  run  into  them  without ...   this  being  necessary. ❞   he  gestured  at  the  writing  on  the  painting.   who  would  write  on  the  painted  canvas,  anyway ?! 
      ❝ i'm  gilgamesh. ❞   with  a  sigh,  gilgamesh  made  a  gesture  to  move  along.   ❝ alright  then,  let's  investigate  it.   at  the  very  least  i  could  be  able  to  take  care  of  trouble  if  any  arises. ❞   the  last  thing  he  needs  is  a  child  getting  hurt  from  this  odd  situation.   bigger  question  is  who  leaves  a  kid  behind  like  that ?   this  is  going  to  give  him  a  big  headache  in  due  time.
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caemthe · 2 days
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About Cú's name
His birth name was Sétanta (Knower of Paths) and was given to him by his biological parents. He doesn't mind it when others call him Sétanta, though he's more used to being called Cú. Only his family called him Sétanta.
His earned name is Cú Chulainn (Hound of Culann). He earned the nickname after killing the first hound of Culann in self-defense as a small child. The father of druids Cathbad gave it to him after the event. He gets called Cú (Hound) a lot, as he was seen as the guardian dog of Ulster.
Cúcuc (Little Hound) is the nickname his best friend and charioteer, Láeg, gave him. Only close friends get to call him Cúcuc!
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caemthe · 2 days
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how would your muses react to being licked?
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Deirdre looks at you like this, cleans her face with the back of her hand, and leaves without saying a word.
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Patroclus awkwardly laughs it off and asks what that was about anyway. Immediately changes the subject.
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For Cú, it actually depends on the person, but there's a very high chance that he'll immediately bite your face, lick back or tease you about it.
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caemthe · 2 days
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This is how my muses (in their fantasy verse) look after another healer / cleric / enlightened paladin™ reject joining their party for the 98765678th time btw
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caemthe · 2 days
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in case you were curious, this is how cú looked standing next to his cousins (the lore-relevant ones only). he's very used to people towering over him.
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caemthe · 2 days
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Shortest among his cousins, but surprisingly not the shortest of his family! "Granpa Cathbad's genes skipped everyone except my mother and I."
@caemthe said: cú thinks she's quite tall tho!
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She is actually the shortest in her family.
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caemthe · 2 days
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The BSA agent blinked, surprise evident in his eyes for a brief moment. How, when, why, who. The sudden revelation led to a myriad of more questions, but Patroclus didn't want to push Jade too much when just learning this felt like a miracle, an oddity, something he wasn't meant to hear in the first place. So he kept his questions to himself, and simply said: "I didn't know that. That's... No, I can't think of anything that could ever compare." It wasn't completely unheard of, tho. Cases like that were far and in between, and most didn't even get to tell their story, as the world they were spirited away to tended to be far more hostile than the ones they belonged to. But Jade often talked in a manner that made one think that Earth was a children's playground. Still...
How lonely.
"It's quite difficult to imagine someone with the same face as yours being clingy," the BSA agent joked to lighten up the mood. He guessed Floyd was everything Jade was not, which he supposed was for the best, even though it was a tragic situation no matter how one looked at it. "That... would be for the best, yes. But forgetting a sibling is not that simple." And, yes, he was talking from experience. It's been about two decades since he last got to talk to his younger sister face-to-face, but he can't say that he misses her any less. "In the impossible situation that you reunite with him, make sure to apologize, even though you're not at fault." After a pause, the BSA agent sighed and rubbed the side of his face. "Would you look at that? We really do have a few things in common." And he didn't know how to feel about that.
"Entertaining 'what ifs' and scenarios that were never a possibility in the first place will only lead to causing more unnecessary pain."
Jade resists the urge to sit back and snicker. He seems to agree with Patroclus somewhat, but he doesn't say anything about it. His accursed mind can't help but wander briefly back to Floyd. Jade leans back into his chair and lifts an arm to lean sideways into it, slowly closing his eyes as he breathes in. No matter what arguments sparked between them, Floyd will always be his brother. Jade knows it, and perhaps that is why he abuses it. When was the last time he truly asked Floyd what he wanted? Whether they would stay on land together or go back to the deep once the life they sardonically called school is over?
"I was taken to this world against my will."
He exhales, breathing slowly and steadily. This is likely the first time he's gone so far to reveal his background. Naoise had never been too clever at extracting information from him; Jade freely gave the interrogator what he thought was of significant importance, but whether someone else's secrets were important to Jade personally had been a question that went unasked. He cares nothing for the arrests or deaths that followed his "sessions" with Naoise. He did not care for anyone in this absurd, ridiculous world where magic was taboo. If anyone was foolish enough to boast their wealth and power in front of him, they should bear the consequences of letting Jade Leech know of their secrets.
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"He's too clingy. I suppose I could not blame him. We have yet been separated even once since birth," The times Floyd barges into his classes to make a fuss of how they were placed in different classes despite being in the same year, the times Floyd shied away from being called a 'sweet' brother because he knew Jade did not enjoy it, the times Floyd can't keep his hands to himself because he was physically aching for affection.
"...but it can't continue like this."
Jade lets out an inward sigh as eyelids slowly blink open. "I merely saw the chance and took it." Had it been up to myself, the mere thought of separating from Floyd alone would suffice to rekindle my fear of being alone. Self-awareness has always been ugly to Jade. A fear of loneliness was a fear Jade thought he'd never learn that he had. It would seem Floyd wasn't the only one who had gotten far too attached. "In due time, he will forget about me."
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The girl turned to look up at the man, eyebrows furrowing slightly. "But... why? The more people we find, the better, yes? Maybe they were looking for others, just like we were." Despite the eeriness of the situation they found themselves in, Deirdre still wasn't thinking much of it. In her eyes, the workers had just forgotten about them, so every creepy mysterious sound and inexplicable movement were clues to get out of the art gallery.
She then pointed at the blue paint at the bottom of the large canvas. "See? They want us to come down. Let's not make them wait." To be all alone and hearing odd sounds in a strange place... it made the girl feel a bit bad for the stranger. Surely, they'll all find a way out. As she walked down the stairs, she remembered an important detail. "Ah, my name is Deirdre, but I like Dee more. I'm 9."
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      he  had  heard  the  crash,  and  before  he  could  speak ;   the  girl  immediately  ran  off  to  investigate  it.   there's  a  loud  sigh  that  left  gilgamesh,  pinching  the  bridge  of  his  nose  before  he  went  to  follow  after  her.   with  the  eerie  quiet  emptiness  of  the  gallery  and  then  a  sudden  sound  —  one  would  actually  be  dumb  as  hell  to  run  on  in  to  any  suspicious  auditory  activity.
      it  was  once  he  caught  up  there's  a  heavy  sigh  that  left  him.   yeah,  he's  just  simply  no  longer  built  for  a  lot  of  stamina-required  movements.   good  lord.   ❝ alright,  we  need  to  have  a  bit  of  a  chat  about  investigating  noises  when  there's  suspiciously  no  one  in  the  building. ❞   it's  a  good  lesson  to  teach,  for  whatever  ocassion  it  could  be  for.   gilgamesh  looked  to  stare  at  the  painting  once  more,  a  short  hum  rumbling  from  his  throat.   ❝ hm,  i  see. ❞  
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@sagekinq said.º
[ 🙏 ] what does your muse need? this can be something material or something abstract. / for All c:
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Cú: He needs to actually open up and rely on others. He needs to stop assuming that he must maintain a certain image to be taken seriously or that it's his duty to look after others while not extending the same kindness to himself.
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Pat: He needs to stop thinking about what others might say and what society expects from him. He needs to start listening to his heart and his 'selfish wishes' more, he needs to live for himself more.
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Dee: She needs to be shown what patience and kindness are like, to be treated as a human being instead of a treasure. She needs to make friends, form bonds, and understand her own feelings more.
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@nameless-will said.º
🔮 for Cú!
[ 🔮 ] what is your muse’s relationship with religion and spirituality? were they raised in a certain religion? have they stuck with the same set of spiritual beliefs all their life, or have they changed over time? are they settled in their spirituality now?
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Cú is in a very weird position when it comes to religion and spirituality because he was the child of Lugh, the warrior king of Tuatha Dé Danann and god of many arts, and his human consort, the princess Deichtíne. Lugh was the most important deity of his culture and for whom his people held festivals, sacrifices, prayers and holidays. But for Cú... that was the father he never met. He would get praised or hated on for his divine blood, but he didn't even know his godly father. The same way he was loved for being Deichtíne's child yet seen as a remnant of her rather than his own person since she had left to the Otherworld with Lugh. Because of his circumstances, he wasn't encouraged to participate in religious activities. He even rejected the advances of The Morrígan (goddess of war and fate, doom, destruction) and fought her at one point, so he wasn't afraid of the gods nor respected them more simply because they were gods.
Cú's relationship with his biological parents is very odd as they gave him away as a gift to Ulster instead of raising him in the Otherworld as their child. And because of his divine ancestry, his relationship with religion and spirituality is whimsical at best. So he just doesn't think about it, doesn't even stop to think about his status as a demigod despite how much it differentiated him from the rest.
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@toadmiretoweepover said.º
❌ for dee!
[ ❌ ] is there something your muse struggles with that they might never overcome? what is it? why do they have so much trouble with it?
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What doesn't Dee struggle with?
Understanding how she feels and expressing her emotions, identifying social cues, forming interpersonal connections... So, fun fact, Deirdre has alexithymia which is (a personality trait!) when an individual has difficulty identifying, describing, and expressing emotions. Her poor emotional awareness, failing to understand how others feel and difficulty to discriminate between body reactions and emotions are mostly due to that.
Yes, it was greatly worsened by her growing up in extreme isolation and being raised by people who didn't see her as a human being (and then continuing to live in partial isolation, with a limited contact to others). So she comes off as unresponsive and apathetic, which makes forming bonds with others all the more difficult. I do wanna clarify that Deirdre does experience emotions and their associated physiological changes, but doesn't know how to identify, process or express them. It's something that can be improved over time but still a very complex and challenging condition.
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caemthe · 3 days
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@muraenide said.º
[ ❌ ] is there something your muse struggles with that they might never overcome? what is it? why do they have so much trouble with it? [ For Pat ]
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Imperfection, failure, wanting to meet the expectations of (ancient greek) society. More specifically regarding his philotimo or ‘love of honor’. Philotimo is a person’s inner awareness of their dignity and pride that motivates them to fulfill their social responsibility and duty, even if it puts them at a personal disadvantage. Honor is derived from doing things for others that are beyond one’s own self-interest, whether it be to their family, friends, or country. Patroclus was a balanced, kind and thoughtful young man, someone who had all the traits of the ideal public servant according to ancient greek standards. But he wasn't always like that.
As a young boy, he killed another boy over a game of dice, which forever changed the trajectory of his life. His actions resulted he in his exile and was sent to the court of King Peleus of Phthia to atone for his crime. He went from prince heir of Opus to an exile and, to make things worse, his name means 'glory of the father'. But how could he be named Patroclus when he was a source of shame, pain and disappointment to his parents? He changed and grew up to be a much better man since that event of his childhood, but he has also set impossible and exhausting ideals and expectations for himself. Being anything other than the good and reliable Patroclus is revolting to him, even though, in the end, he's only human.
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@muraenide said.º
[ 😱 ] does your muse have any specific fears? where did those fears come from? [ For Dee ]
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Deirdre was afraid of never getting to experience what it means and feels to be alive first. She was a cursed child who was meant to be kept in extreme isolation until she became of marriageable age (15), and then be wed to the king of Ulster, as she was prophesied to be the most beautiful woman that ever lived. The only people she knew and saw the first 14 years of her life were a blind old satirist and an old married couple tasked with making sure she didn't die and convince her that king Conchobar was her lord, savior, love, king, etc. But even in those conditions Deirdre's spirit couldn't be broken, and she yearned for the world, love, being treated as a human, just being alive. So when she met Naoise and saw her chance to escape, she didn't hesitate, even though anyone else in her position would've been terrified of going onto the unknown and live in permanent persecution. For Deirdre, that was less frightening than never getting to actually live for her own.
She also was someone who chose to take her own life and die in her own terms before being treated as property and having her freedom taken away, so I wouldn't add 'death' to her list of fears. She's very determined about making her own path despite the adversities!
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