I ain't never seen a creature like that before, she says. He's so smart, he's-
More, like a person than a bird? I says.
Yeah, she says. That's it.
Whatever you do, I says, don't tell him that. I'll never hear the end of it.
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Lugh got born first. On Midwinter Day when the sun hangs low in the sky.
Then me. Two hours later.
That pretty much says it all.
Lugh goes first, always first, an I follow on Behind.
An that's fine.
That's right.
That's how it's meant to be.
Because everthin'set. It's all fixed.
The lives of everybody who's bin born.
The lives of everybody still waitin'to be born.
It was all set in the stars the moment the world began. The time of yer birthin, the time of yer death. Even what kinda person yer gonna be, good or bad.
If you know how to read the stars, you can read the story of peoples'lives. The story of yer own life. What's gone, what's now an what's still to come.
Back when Pa was a boy, he met up with a traveler, a man who knew many things. He learned Pa to read the stars. Panever says what he sees in the night sky but you can see it lays heavy on him.
Because you cain't change what's written.
Even if Pa was to say what he knew, even if he was to warn you, it would still come to pass.
I see the way he looks at Lugh sometimes. The way he looks at me.
An I wish he'd tell us what he knows.
I believe Pa wishes he'd never met that traveler.
If you seen me an Lugh togather, you'd never think we was the same blood.
Never think we grew togather in the same womb.
He's got gold hair. I got black.
Blue eyes. Brown eyes.
Strong. Scranwy.
Beautiful. Ugly.
He's my light.
I'm his shadow.
Lugh shines like the sun.
That must of made it east fer them to find him.
All they had to do was follow his light.
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We're bein cut asunder, Lugh an me.
Bit
By bit.
An it makes me think.
It makes me wonder.
Is this how he feels when he sees me with Jack? Do I look at Jack the way Lugh looks at Maev?
Helpess.
Throat bared.
Hopeless.
The rain rains
Moira YoungTags: saba
The power of a red dress.
Moira YoungTags: saba
I know it's selfish of me to even think of sayin this. You deserve a guy who'll... pluck the stars from the sky and lay 'em at yer feet. I'm the kinda guy who'd step on 'em on my way out the door. I ain't got nuthin to offer you. He takes my hands in his. I jest want you to know that... How I feel about you ain't changed. No. That ain't true. It has changed. It's grown stronger. He touches my face. You run deep in me Saba.
Moira YoungThen Jack. Tellin me, farewell not goodbye, I’ll see you out west an – oh, by the way – yer in my blood, Saba.
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