The storms and children of siren dreams

There are certain dreams that, in my past, have meant something more than something mostly obscure. Tornadoes have always meant a great upheaval in my life; the carp fish has meant a baby would be born; other fish meant that someone was trying to get pregnant, or perhaps even risking being so. But to actually dream of babies meant death. If it was my baby, someone close to me would pass. If it was a friend's or relative's baby, perhaps a distant relative or acquaintance. And if it was just a baby I did not know, then a someone whom I did not know, but knew their family as a friend/ coworker, and saw the effects.

( I hope this does not mean what it feels to implicate & that it's all just my inner-fears floating feathers )

A Day in the Life of The Dark Siren of House Dunn Phalin

It would have seemed that Eastern Dawndom Time, EDT, was prevailing, as I hadn't left Jawndomay until 10:45, and needed to be in Olmstead Falls for Leanne's wedding by 11AM. However, my timing was great, seeing as the wedding didn't start until almost 12:30. And today, the clan House Dunn Phalin praised the Daymoon for the first time... especially the "regimental" fellows beneath their kilts and tunics, struggling against the frigid breezes.

We ladies and wenches giggled, mocked, taunted and pointed to try to raise their blood-temperature, but they only got more grumpy. Ah well...what can you do? No humor, those bastards.

The land was of marsh, and we followed a stone path across a muck of mud and water (splashing up our skirts, mind you. This siren was grateful she had enough sense to wear her boots today) to a bridge where we crossed to the island and waited. Hugs were exchanged, people congratulating each other on babies and engagements. Dawn was asked what she had been doing with herself. When she replied she was getting her life together, people turned elsewhere for conversation. With the exception of a Shoin and a Malcor, that is. And the latter, a surly fellow with a taste for pirates and fun-fur, is having a strenuous surgery this upcoming Wednesday...could mean his sight, or even worse, his life. I told him I would keep him on my list to the Gods to watch over.

And then, along came a Roman. And somehow, this Irish wench, known as Ci`aran McCleavage, the Dark Siren of House Dunn Phalin, felt comfort and less ill-at-ease when he approached.

The ceremony was brilliantly put together. The party walked the same path as the rest of us had, followed by a bagpipe and its master, (though some of us would have wished him put out of his misery!) and then the maid of honour and the bride. The party gathered in a circle surrounding the bride and groom, and they called the four elements, finishing with a binding ceremony. The bride and groom wore flame-red garb, while their parties wore colors to signify the elements. And the sun came out to kiss their noses as their lips met in matrimony.

And we went back over the bridge, following the happy couple, and spent the next several hours attempting to keep warm outdoors playing games, arm-wrestling (yes, even the Siren tried, but got her arse creamed), shooting archery, and pillow-fighting on balancing boards. The battles were cancelled due to the land being so sodden, but there was fun no less. And a wicked man known as Gronk shared his freezy, fruity goodness with me and Aisling, and we taunted the Roman some more. I have discovered that Aisling and I are similar, more similar than I realized before now. And when she left, I wished I had another wench to scheme with. But others had wandered off into Mundania, while the rest of s stood out the cold, or at least sat in cars chatting. And a kind gentleman, Abiron of Darkyard, lent me his daughter's fur-lined cloak, and I was a happy siren.

Living as Ci`aran has always been a thrill, as she is a nasty, smart-assed type. She leaks through into Dawndom once in a while, but all in all, she is nothing but a hot-mouthed, smarmy wench who only lives in SCA-land. She is much more outspoken, much more demanding of those around her, and never hesitates to tell someone exactly what she thinks.

Not to mention the feeling of cloaks and velvet swishing across my legs. Made me think of how much I enjoy skirts still.

Too bad as the night went on, she fell more quiet behind the liquor, while the Roman got more flirtatious, and began to infiltrate the world of Dawndom.

And the Dawn Dawn?

She was a bit annoyed by the whole thing. He got touchy-feely, which would have been fine except for that he has a girlfriend. We even talked about her earlier in the day, but Yukon Jack apparently blocked his memory. So, the Siren and Dawn Dawn had a few thoughts together, and decided it best to avoid him.

Sad, as DD really does enjoy his company. But the Siren, she becomes a bit enraged by his presumption, and rather than exploding her perspective on the situation, as she soooo wished to do, DD talked her out of it, and they went to frolic with Azerick and Lorenzo, Sainta Michael and Michelle.

Azerick was playing on old flirtations (we used to kind of see one another many years ago), telling the Siren how much he loved talking to her just so he could look into her beautiful eyes.

She replied, "Oh well, it's nice to know you find me so interesting."
He blushed, embarrassed, excusing himself as he mentions something about his foot in his mouth.

WHAT???
~>;)

We sat and drank, playing poker and blackjack while the DJ tortured us with top 40 crap, and a rugged Irishman came to join us in our games.

His name was Ian, and he was a sight! Unfortunately, the Gaydar went off, and so flirtation ceased eventually. Not to mention a certain Faye came and shook her charisma at him, keeping him entertained. We think he may have been bi, though it cannot be for certain.

When it came time to leave, DD's lower right pelvic area throbbing for no good reason, the Irishman Ian was not impressive. Siren said, "Nice to have met you," and he replied, "Oh, um. yeah, you too."

*sigh!*

The intelligence of people ASTOUNDS ME!

Actually, of all the people who were there, Michelle and Azerick were the most amusing. People seemed so lost in their miserable lives, and the drama ensued around us. We just goofed on each other, dancing occasionally to the few and far between, playing cards on the downtime.

Azerick said some very strange things before he left, reminded me of the conversation the Roman and I had earlier.

The Roman said that people are either intrigued or intimidated by me.

And I drove home pondering this...and shall sleep with the question henceforth.