The Three Women Beneath the Tree

(Urdr) That which became... (Verdani) That which is happening... (Skuld) That which ought to be...

Have you ever heard a tale beneath a tree? A yarn spun? A tall tale told? A poem recited? A song sung?

Was the plot sensical? The characters consistent? Did it satisfy or were you left feeling cheated by some poorly writ story?

What of your own story? Are you enjoying it? Are you taking advantage of each twist and turn? Have you pursued any romantic plotlines? Any daring do? Have you cursed your life as being just a bit part in the wider story? Or been plagued by interesting events and surprising bombshells? What sort of story are you writing with your every action? It is neither the Gods nor the Spirits, it is YOU who is the author of your own life.

What story does your life's tapestry tell? Perhaps you could ask The Norns, The oldest of storytellers and the most patient of audiences.

Those ancient ladies who sit beneath Yggdrasil beside the well filled with the shimmering dew of the world trees dales. Writing in runes and nourishing the roots of the Great Oak with white clay. They write what has become of the Realms, they see what is happening and consider what ought to be should nothing change. Meanwhile the myriad of Nornir across the realms of Elfkind and Dwarfkin, of Giant's brood and God's blood seek out the newborn babe reading and manipulating the golden threads of Wyrd for each babe so that as their story unfurls and their part of the grand tapestry of life takes place they see the likely path they shall take and the role they were born to play.

To The Norns all the world is a stage and all the people but players, in this neverending story they so enjoy.-HR

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Bean Sidhe, Women of the Mounds

One of the most iconic and well known of all the spirits and Gods of Gaelic Myth and Lore is the Wailing spirit known as The Banshee (Bean Sidhe) though they are also some of the most maligned and misunderstood of all the Fae.

For Banshee's do not bring death, nor do they cause it, they are not killers -no more than any of us really- they are in truth mourners, her wail is that of true and deepest mourning for the death of a great and noble hero, they just learn of it before we mortals do -Time between realms has never really been consistent-

You see, A Banshee is in reality an ancestral spirit or "Faerie Woman" that heralds the imminent death of a beloved family member. Not just of any family though, HER family. Her keening or wailing may only be heard by the family itself. However, on occasion, a hero can be so important to the land and people that the Banshee's wail can be heard by all!

The proof of her bond and her devotion to her Clan is her comb. Banshee carry a comb carved of the leg bone of one of the families great heroes. And you'd do well to remember that the Banshee does not take her role lightly, she truly cares for the family. Keeping the chronicles of their history, watching over them and even washing the bloody clothes of those to die before they are stained. This duty of care for her clan is the most precious part of a Banshee's existence, symbolized modestly in her humble comb. Anyone attempting to steal her comb from her invites death upon themselves and their family as she represents both their protection and destruction.

So should YOU see an old but beautiful woman, or perhaps a younger woman whose eyes betray the weight and wisdom of her years softly singing to herself while combing her hair. Offer to her your time and kindness, comb her hair, tell her a story or sing her a song. You very well might have encountered the herald and historian of your clan.-HR

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