"Fear gu aois, is bean gu bàs.A son is a son until he comes of age; a daughter is a daughter all her life."- Gaelic Proverb
Blog for an aging Forsworn man and his adopted Altmer daughter. Caoimhe speaks in normal text and her father Mahon speaks in Italics.
Ask Caoimhe’s biological dad Titan! Or Mahon’s dad Dubhán! :D
Lets talk worldcanons
Ask me about the
food / drinks / fashion / manners / stories / taboos / beauty ideals / music / art / politics / education / holidays / superstitions / etc
of a faction, culture or group of your choice
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Ask about whatever you want
- Warsan Shire (via facina-oris)
|Anonymous: Who are the five people that you want to get to know better?|
Do I have to name five? Uhh… Well I know I’d like to know Terandil and Astarill better for sure. And there was this other Altmer that used to hang around, really big muscle wise, had a huge dog. What was his name? Gan- something. Haven’t seen him around for a long time, hope nothing happened. He didn’t seem keen on taking care of himself.
|Anonymous: Is there any time you wish you were an forsworn like your father?|
"I am Forsworn like my father.” The Altmer groaned, rubbing her temples. “But if you’re asking me if I wanted to be a Breton like my father, I suppose I did when I was little. When you’re little all you want to do is fit in; I grew out of it though.
|ocnaimhin: How do I look?|
He turned to say something funny or sly, but he couldn’t. The words just stopped in his throat, and he just stared at Cao. She looked.. Divines. There was no way to describe it.
He smiled, fingers slipping under the straps of the dress as he pressed against her.
"Oh really? And what tells you that love?"
Faolan laughed. “Ordinary clothes? But you wear the guise of a warrior, tall one. If you are as you claim, you should know this.”
Still, her voice had the right tone— her accent, her inflections, the words she chose. Perhaps she was telling the truth. He tilted his head.
"If this is so, tell me what clan you ally with." He looked her up and down, adding, "And while I am tempted to ask… I will not. Not yet. It is more pressing that I speak with your elders, if you have them in truth."
"It’s not a guise I literally wear this everyday." She muttered with an acid tone, rubbing her temples not unlike her father.
"But I ‘ally’ with Clan O’Cnaimhin. As in it’s my clan. That I’m from. My clan. But my father is the only one close by. My uncles travel and my aunts are spread out in the Reach with their families. We don’t see each other often."
[[Feeling pretty good now that I’ve gotten some gross stuff off my dash and eliminated some dead weight from my following list. It’s like spring cleaning but in fall ]]
Age ain’t nothin’ but a number.
Seriously though, Mahon is usually so busy he forgets his own birthday, he just knows he’s old (Going to say that he’s old in Forsworn terms due to their high mortality rate). Although he’s always surprised when people bring him gifts or sweets because they remembered his birthday and it always makes his day.
For Caoimhe though, age is a confusing topic. She is from a race that typically has the longest lifespans in Tamriel but she has been raised by humans. She thinks of age in human terms when it barely applies to her at all. She’s an adult in Forsworn culture but if she ever returned to Alinor there would probably be a scandal around her having a baby so young. Once she gets older she’ll start realizing just how different she is from her adoptive nation when children she helped birth and raise begin dying off one way or another. It really hits home when she outlives most of her children as well, even when they die of old age.