(TM) 305. To Those Who Have Gone Before

Write about something you've outlived.

He never failed to open it, on the rare occasions he visited his parents. A chest, four feet by two, made of dark bog wood, planed and polished, inscribed with intricate knotwork and subtle symbols. He left it in his father's castle to keep the contents safe, for he knew that if ever that ancient structure fell, the bedrock of his world would already have been destroyed.

Ruairí could think of no better place to keep the box than here, protected by solid stone, his mother's gifts and the timeless air of Faerie.

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Muse: Ruairí MacEibhir
Fandom: The Grey Horse
Word count: 597
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From my family

Go here and reload until you get five quotes that sum up your philosophy or outlook, then post them.

Many men can make a fortune but very few can build a family.
J. S. Bryan

Go to your bosom; Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.
William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), 'Measure for Measure'

Everything you can imagine is real.
Pablo Picasso (1881 - 1973)

Wheresoever you go, go with all your heart.
Confucius (551 BC - 479 BC)

I wish you sunshine on your path and storms to season your journey. I wish you peace in the world in which you live... More I cannot wish you except perhaps love to make all the rest worthwhile.
Robert A. Ward
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(TM) 292. Show and Tell

Show and tell.

"So then, lass," Ruairí said brightly, "are you ready for your jumping lesson?"

"Yes, sir!" Traci was all but bouncing on her toes, she was so ready.

"Then you know how to start."

The eleven-year-old did indeed. Under her instructor's watchful eye, she checked the palomino gelding's tack for fit, making sure it was both secure and comfortable. Finn stood placidly under the examination, already well used to both jumping and novice riders.

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Muse: Ruairí MacEibhir
Fandom: The Grey Horse
Word count: 362

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I've given my characters a healthy dose of Veritaserum and now they have to tell the truth. What does this mean for you? Ask my characters questions about anything and everything and they will truthfully answer it. So, go ahead and ask what you want. He can't beat around the bush with half-truths.
Ruairí and Máire

(TM) 283. Speaking in tongues

What languages do you speak?

"The squire has more Gaelic than you have English, my lad. A man who speaks only his cradle tongue can't cast aspersions at others."

"Don't be mistaking Gaelic for
my first language, Donncha. Nor me for a lad."
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Ruairí MacEibhir
Fandom: The Grey Horse
Word Count: 510 (excluding quotes)
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(TM) 280. Deep Thoughts

What do you think?

“Sooo ...” Abby drawled. “What do you think?”

“Mmm?” Ruairí blinked and smiled down at the petite brunette under his arm. They'd just finished lunch with Cait, and he'd offered to walk his Dr. Lockhart back to the hospital for her afternoon shift. “About what, love?”

She gave him one of those looks that clearly said she thought he was being deliberately dense. “I can't believe you're asking. Breaker Street's GMA spot this morning? Your son on stage, screaming crowd, national TV exposure … were you there, or did Cait and I spend the whole time standing next to Collapse )

abbytude appears with permission from her magnificent mun. The link to Rory's journal in the third paragraph leads to a post that contains RP of a sexual nature involving two men in the comments, so don't read all the way down if you're offended by such material plskthx.

Muse: Ruairí MacEibhir
Fandom: The Grey Horse
Word count: 756