The winds change suddenly. The peaceful Irish air is different, now. There's the faint scent of car exhaust, unfamiliar animals and an ocean she's never met — an ocean that lacks her son. But there's more than that. In a way that she’s battled against in Ireland, the air here is stiff with emotion, with sadness and pain, embarrassment and frustration, and anger, oh… so much anger.
She can do so much good here, she's certain. They needn’t suffer a moment longer.
With a heavy clunk, she directs her owls to help her look out the window. Across the stepping stones that lead to her doorway — yet more faeries she's helped free from the shackles of emotion — an unfamiliar coast greets her, with an equally unfamiliar skyline beyond it. She doesn't know what city this is, who peoples it, but she knows that whoever they are, they need her help.
“Oh, these poor dears,” she says, her heart going out to them. “So many complicated, icky little
emotions.” She lifts a clawed hand and strokes the feathers of one of her beautiful owls. It coos at her, and she smiles fondly.
“Go, my lovelies,” she says. “Bring my jars, and strip them of these awful, nasty feelings.”
The owls coo and hoot as they fly out of the hut and over the water, towards the city. In a group, in pairs, and singly, they fly across the land, jars clutched in their talons, and they seek out the feelings their mistress so wishes to release these people from.
It isn’t enough. Macha gasps when she realizes that their first trip out yields only… a softening. That isn’t right. She cannot let them languish in this misery, but something is dampening her magic.
“Again, my sweets,” she says to them, feeling the weight of her responsibility, heavy as the stone she carries.
They make several trips to and from the stone hut vaulted over the sea by its surprisingly sturdy wooden stilts. The stepping stones lay sad and unmoving, lapped as they are by the surf. Trip by trip, jar by jar, the hut begins to fill. Across the city, people are sapped of their horrible, nasty feelings, giving them a well-deserved peace. It may take more than one pass of her magic, but Macha is determined: these people need her help.
Their work has begun, and it is far from over.
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