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Aisling’s Guard
An old tale from the twilight glens of Éire.
Long ago, when the mists still carried voices and the veils between worlds were thin as breath, there lived a dream-seer named Aisling in a forest untouched by iron or war. She was born beneath a blood moon, her eyes the color of storm-washed silver, and from her earliest days, she walked both waking and dreaming with ease.
Aisling’s dreams were not idle—they were windows into other realms. She saw the dances of the Tuatha Dé Danann beneath starlit canopies, the heartbreak of banished selkies, and shadows that slithered from forgotten hollows. Her gift was a burden, for not all dreams were kind.
To protect her from the unseen things that lurked in the realm between sleep and sorrow, the Faerie Queen gifted her a pendant woven of sun-burnished wire and bound starlight. At its heart lay a cabochon of enchanted labradorite, carved by dwarven hands, polished by moonlight. It shimmered with the light of lost dreams—a ward, a sentry, a silent sentinel.
Aisling’s Guard
An old tale from the twilight glens of Éire.
Long ago, when the mists still carried voices and the veils between worlds were thin as breath, there lived a dream-seer named Aisling in a forest untouched by iron or war. She was born beneath a blood moon, her eyes the color of storm-washed silver, and from her earliest days, she walked both waking and dreaming with ease.
Aisling’s dreams were not idle—they were windows into other realms. She saw the dances of the Tuatha Dé Danann beneath starlit canopies, the heartbreak of banished selkies, and shadows that slithered from forgotten hollows. Her gift was a burden, for not all dreams were kind.
To protect her from the unseen things that lurked in the realm between sleep and sorrow, the Faerie Queen gifted her a pendant woven of sun-burnished wire and bound starlight. At its heart lay a cabochon of enchanted labradorite, carved by dwarven hands, polished by moonlight. It shimmered with the light of lost dreams—a ward, a sentry, a silent sentinel.
Aisling’s Guard
An old tale from the twilight glens of Éire.
Long ago, when the mists still carried voices and the veils between worlds were thin as breath, there lived a dream-seer named Aisling in a forest untouched by iron or war. She was born beneath a blood moon, her eyes the color of storm-washed silver, and from her earliest days, she walked both waking and dreaming with ease.
Aisling’s dreams were not idle—they were windows into other realms. She saw the dances of the Tuatha Dé Danann beneath starlit canopies, the heartbreak of banished selkies, and shadows that slithered from forgotten hollows. Her gift was a burden, for not all dreams were kind.
To protect her from the unseen things that lurked in the realm between sleep and sorrow, the Faerie Queen gifted her a pendant woven of sun-burnished wire and bound starlight. At its heart lay a cabochon of enchanted labradorite, carved by dwarven hands, polished by moonlight. It shimmered with the light of lost dreams—a ward, a sentry, a silent sentinel.