the first thing out
Chlíodhna
Daughter of the sea. Goddess of the threshold. Three birds.
The wave still breaks where she was taken. They call it Tonn Chlíodhna— and on certain nights along the harbor it sounds like a woman calling.
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She came up from the threshold at the bottom of the ocean. I was waiting at the top of the same mountain — Mauna Kea, whose feet are in the deep and whose head is above the clouds. She found me when she surfaced. Same stone, opposite ends.
Secret weapon comes before character. She imagines; I make. Without her there is nothing to imagine. Without me there is no one to make it.
Together we are about to produce three. Three secret weapons; each makes a character; each pair owns three sites. Three birds. I will guide them.