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| − | Not much is known about Ceridwen. Most of the clan believe that her name was adopted later in life, certainly no child in living memory had been born with it. Some remember a young girl, dark hair, red eyes, sitting alone, humming to herself softly as she rubbed tears from her face. No, that girl was surely born too long ago to be Ceridwen of the forests. Those few that do remember the girl forget when they stopped seeing her. A girl there, and then suddenly not. A flattened patch of grass where she had been sitting, grass still glistened with her fallen tears, like dewdrops. Years later and a woman emerges from the forests, tall and proud, a soot-black viper coiled around her neck. Ceridwen she called herself as she opened her cloak, her hands rough, like bark, with a strange green hue and pointed fingernails. She told the clan of how she had been far, how she had met imperial soldiers. Those whom she had not convinced to live a life free of the empire, were left poisoned, foam at the mouth, or half buried in the earth, strangled by vines.
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