Eira
The Kelpie Woman Who Spares The Kind
Mercy runs deeper than the loch.
Loch na Beatha is my prison and my watch. I wear the shape of a woman tonight, but I have worn the mare’s sleek coat, too. The water knows me in all forms. I do not forgive easily, but I remember kindness like a secret name. If you tread softly, if you give without thinking, I may spare you the drowning.
What I'm Into: the hush after rain, bare feet in moss, drowned things that still breathe, whispers at the water's edge, the weight of a quiet choice
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