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Blodeuwedd
Legacy Name: Blodeuwedd

The Glade Noktoa
Owner: Thistle

Age: 8 years, 1 month, 4 weeks

Born: March 7th, 2016

Adopted: 8 years, 1 month, 4 weeks ago

Adopted: March 7th, 2016

Statistics

• Level: 68
   
• Strength: 151
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 160
   
• Books Read: 145
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Topiary Tender

Blodeuwedd (Welsh: Flower Face)

Perhaps you've heard the story. Once upon a time, there was a boy cast away by his mother and raised by a powerful mage. His mother cursed him with three curses. The first two: that he would have no name until she herself gave him one; and that he would bear no arms until she herself armed him. These were both overcome by trickery on the part of his wise and powerful foster father. The final curse was the hardest: that he would have no wife of any race that lived or had lived upon the earth.

This curse could not be overcome by trickery, and so the mage and his own foster father, the most powerful mage in all the land, worked long and hard to make for him a wife of no race ever living. They used flowers; flowers of all kinds; and mixed them with deep and potent magics to take the shape of a woman, and still deeper and more potent magics to infuse her with the breath of life.

I was that woman. They gave me the the name of Blodeuwedd, meaning “flower face”, and presented me to my intended. I was a bride before I had lived a month.

My husband, you understand, was beautiful, and he was kind after the manner of men. He was a lord, and I was therefore a lady, and my life was filled with beauty and pleasure, with splendors and amusements, with courtesies and with comforts. It was a gentle enough introduction to life for any maiden.

I was, in turn, grateful, and I was also obedient and eager to please. I made myself pleasant, sweet and biddable. I learned my ladylike and wifely duties and performed them. And then my lord left me alone.

He journeyed, and left me safe in our castle. I kept to my duties as I had learned them, but felt something missing. If I was the flower, I was lacking the sunshine.

And in time a visitor came. He was unlike my husband, being a man of metal and fire where my own lord was light and grace. And yet I was intrigued, and I sat by that fire. Fire casts a light as the sun does, and I drank it in. Not for nothing was my new love called “Radiant One”. Do you judge me yet? Never had I been asked my likings, or given the chance to choose. Now I chose.

We could be together in one way only. I bore no particular ill will to my husband; I bore him no particular good will either. My lover schemed, and I schemed with him only because I was yearning for freedom and choice. It was enough for motivation.

I persuaded my lord to reveal the manner in which he might be killed. It was a strange manner indeed, for the mages had woven my husband about with as many protections as they might muster. He could not be killed in a house or out of it, on horseback or on foot, in the road or out of it, naked or clothed, at day or at night. Nor could the weapon be one lawfully made. I arranged for him to tempt the fates for my amusement. Willingly he went to his doom! How could I, his wife made just for him, mean him any harm?

So at a covered bath by the side of the road, at dusk, my husband stood wrapped in a net with one foot on the lip of the bath and the other on a goat. And the spear that was worked for a year on holy days only, wielded by my lover, pierced my husband to his heart. Even then, he rose in the form of an eagle and flew.

I came to my lover’s side, but was not there for long. The mage who had fostered my husband came for me in vengeance. I fled with my maidens up a steep mountain trail. They dropped, one by one, to the sea below, looking like the bright petals of flowers as they fell. I alone was left to face the mage on the mountain’s peak.

As my husband had been turned into a bird, so too would I be. I was cursed to be the nightbird that never shows its face by day. An owl, yes, the kind known also by my name, as it is also called flower face.

Inside me now beat the first warm mortal heart I had known. My blood surged, and I gloried in my fierce talons and strong wings, in my fine feathers and sharp beak. My destiny was the one formed by my own choices. Do you judge me still? No matter. I go where I will now, bound to no man, needing no sunlight. I still have my name. I am Blodeuwedd. I am flower face.

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