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Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
- Christina Rossetti
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Once we left you moon-gifts of bread, milk and honey out of fear and respect. So many of the old ways have passed into the Mists, but not all of us have forgotten.
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Your kind have been feared for thousands of years, across every culture. If your intentions are so pure and noble, why are all the legends so unified in this?
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Take care that you do not become blinded by the glories of your own potential. Power may not corrupt, but it can certainly make one forget.
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One part animal, one part spirit, one part man. How comfortable can you truly be in your skin when your skin keeps changing?
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I cannot imagine what it would be like to never watch the sun rise again. Dawn is the most perfect time of day. An eternity of that denial must be terrible.
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Oh, Restless Ones. Yours is the hardest lot. In death you should find rest, not a longer, darker road to walk.
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| Caledonia - There's a fair amount of fae blood that runs in her family, thanks to ties made with the Fair Folk centuries ago. During the Resurgence an unusual number of her relatives 'awakened' as Sidhe. She herself is only kinain, but this heritage has long colored her perspective on her Arcadian cousins and the commoner kiths as well.
Expatriate - Just a word or two is all that is really necessary to prove that she isn't from here. She's a native of the Scottish Highlands with the accent to prove it, though it's pretty polished and almost always perfectly comprehensible.
Master Foodie - Ophelia has a gift for all things culinary. She's the one whose baked goods are available for purchase at the family winery, and who painstakingly arranges the finger foods served at their tastings. It's not uncommon to run into her at specialty shops that cater to people looking for unique ingredients.
Moonhaven - She's somehow connected to the crazy Moonhaven collective, even though she isn't one by blood.
The Silver Wheel - Her blood kin have deep roots in the Old Country, tracing back occult ties in the Isles for a thousand years. Anyone with similar connections in Scotland or the surrounding area may be familiar with her or her family, the Matharnachs.
Wee Ones - Cormac and Kyla are twins, currently three years old. They're double the fun and double the trouble, as three is rumored to be a revisit of the terrible twos with intent.
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Ophelia Arianrhod Matharnach
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Scottish
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Sine timore aut favore.
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Moonhaven Master Chef
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25
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