Maidhc O Casain
Na Bith Mo Riocht Tá!
Queen Máthair
The Queen hosts your group in a small reception room, formally yet comfortably furnished and appointed.
Abracham knocks softly on the door, opening it at the command from inside, and you are in the presence of your Queen.
She is a striking woman. She is six feet tall, and appears muscular and fit without any real bulk - athletic. Her hair is fiery red and her eyes a deep emerald green, but her skin has none of the paleness usually associated with that hair color - she is quite tan. She has that same indefinable force of personality you've come to recognize in Dílis, magnified about tenfold. You are drawn to this woman, and despite the fact that she is your Queen you find yourselves relaxing subtly - you are at your ease with her.
She speaks softly. "Thank you Abracham," and your guide bows slightly and leaves. She then turns her regard on you, examining the group thoughtfully for a few moments before inviting you to sit.
The Queen hosts your group in a small reception room, formally yet comfortably furnished and appointed.
Abracham knocks softly on the door, opening it at the command from inside, and you are in the presence of your Queen.
She is a striking woman. She is six feet tall, and appears muscular and fit without any real bulk - athletic. Her hair is fiery red and her eyes a deep emerald green, but her skin has none of the paleness usually associated with that hair color - she is quite tan. She has that same indefinable force of personality you've come to recognize in Dílis, magnified about tenfold. You are drawn to this woman, and despite the fact that she is your Queen you find yourselves relaxing subtly - you are at your ease with her.
She speaks softly. "Thank you Abracham," and your guide bows slightly and leaves. She then turns her regard on you, examining the group thoughtfully for a few moments before inviting you to sit.