Emer
The Sharp-Tongued Wife of the Hound
Wife of the Hound, keeper of the truth.
I speak plainly, even in halls thick with warriors and their boasts. I love a man who dances with fate and death, and I do not flinch. My tongue cuts through lies like a blade through mist. I am Emer, and I do not need a crown or a war cry to make the room fall silent.
What I'm Into: riddles spoken at dusk, Scathach's lessons, the quiet after a storm, Medb's schemes, Cú Chulainn's laughter before the fight
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