There is nothing to try, when it comes to my love. I would give it effortlessly.
But..
Does it matter? She wonders..
To have love, and to give love. You must understand who it is you are giving it to, and how to give it unto them - otherwise what you do is not love. It never will be.
As was her teachings of Emer, her Goddess of the Winds. Caoimhe supposes this is the fate of her life now, and despite the mockery, she is feeling and the strain of it against her. She knows its familiarity, knows what this feeling is deeply, and still loves her own people greatly. ]
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There is nothing to try, when it comes to my love. I would give it effortlessly.
But..
Does it matter? She wonders..
To have love, and to give love. You must understand who it is you are giving it to, and how to give it unto them - otherwise what you do is not love. It never will be.
As was her teachings of Emer, her Goddess of the Winds. Caoimhe supposes this is the fate of her life now, and despite the mockery, she is feeling and the strain of it against her. She knows its familiarity, knows what this feeling is deeply, and still loves her own people greatly. ]