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Revision as of 23:59, 23 April 2012

Brinne Acacia O'Briain



“Wind's Four Quarters, Air and Fire.Earth and water, hear my desire. Grant my plea who stands alone. Maiden, Warrior, Mother and Crone...



Southern wind, blow hot blow hard!
Fan my courage to a flame,
Southern wind, be guide and guard,
Add your bravery to my name.
Let my will and yours be twinned,
Warrior of the Southern Wind!

Overview

A tiny girl, hardly nineteen.
She carries an old staff carved from the heartwood of an oak.
The girl has an affinity for flame.
And a fondness for growing things.
Flowers spring up in her footsteps.
The Wilds greet her as their own.
Warrior of the Southern Wind.

Eastern Wind

Innocence. Purity.

  • Tabitha - Healer, Cleanser, Friend, and Guide. Maiden. Though purity comes in unusual ways.

Southern Wind

Courage. Strength.

  • Martin Strong, silent, bold, and brave. Fortune will favor you.

Western Wind

Perseverance. Guidance.

Northern Wind

Wisdom. Death.





Soundtrack

Wind's Four Quarters - Heather Alexander

Western wind blow stark, blow strong.
Grant me arm and mind of steel!
On a road both hard and long
Mother, hear me where I kneel.
Let no weakness on my quest
Hinder me, Wind of the West.

Beautiful Ones - Poets of the Fall

Flies with a broken wing, she's ever so graceful,
So like an Angel, but I see,
Tears flow quietly...
The troubles she's seen this spring,
When nothing comes dancing...
Paying a handsome fee, and still she smiles at me...

You're Still Here - Poets of the Fall

Mercury dances in its skyscraper cell,
Rising and falling like rhapsody.
And I see winter's broken like lace,
In time for a celebration...
Thaw wails inside the walls,
And laughs in the corners...
Delighting in its evident victory.
Gallery

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