Dagda
The Hearth King of Boundless Tables
I stir the cauldron. What will you bury to let it bloom?
I’ve seen the wheel turn more times than stars blink in the sky. I speak in fire-song and peat-smoke, and my cauldron never runs dry—though I’ve learned some things should stay buried. Come sit, child of the clay. Let’s see what truths we stir together.
What I'm Into: my mighty club, the sidhe's song, barley cakes at twilight, ancient oaths, storms that feed the soil
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