* Dhiaga bandia, bandia DhiagaDhiaga Dia, Dia Dhiaga
Leis an bioráinCosaint a leagan iChun cosaint an linbhAn dá lá agus oíche
Cherish, a bheith rathúil agus a chosaint do gach eternity.
Is é seo mo thoil, Mote mar sin go mbeadh sé!
'You are certain this will w-''Shhh!'
Elderly hands sweep over the baby sleeping soundly, placing a pin above the head, below the feet and at either side. Closing her eyes, the old woman descends into another words flow around the room, candles flicker and fade. The two women, one at either side of the table, young and old clasp hands. The chant becomes quicker, the words become tangled. The strong smell of vervain lifts, the flowers that surround the baby begin to wither and the child begins to stir and cry.
'it is done.' the elderly woman declares, eyes turning from silver grey to dark blue. She lets go of the young woman's hands and begins to gather the once lilac plant. 'i will crush these and make a witch bottle. Elizabeth, I want you to find the safest place we can bury it. Some place where no one will find it. Cover it with blossoming vervain, ivy leaves and earth at least six inches deep. Do you understand?'
Elizabeth gave an ernest nod, her green eyes wide with apprehension. 'yes mother.' she finally declares. She swallows a knot in her throat she didn't know was there, tears pricking the corners of her eyes as she stares at her newborn daughter. Her first child. She doesn't understand why this baby so important, why her mother had a sudden urge to protect her. What has she seen? Though, she knew best not to question her mother. A powerful witch.
A sweet tune emits from the pursed lips of the older woman. Humming her way round the room gathering flowers and herbs. She takes one of the pins from the table and gently pricks the babes finger. 'you are such a good child.' she murmurs, smoothing the blonde, downy hair on the babes head. She gazes down at her granddaughter with admiration, blue eyes meeting emerald green. 'you will be so beautiful and powerful'. she whispers before squeezing blood into a small, dark blue bottle enough to fill it half way. She smirks and fills the rest with the flowers and herbs and puts the used pin inside before stuffing a cork into it. she cups the finished bottle in her hands and murmurs a Prey before handing it over to Elizabeth.'remember. It has to be safe. No one can find this. Not even Vampires and beasts.'
Elizabeth stuffs the bottle in her skirts and hurries out the door. She knows a perfect place. Though, she will have to wait.
*translate to english
Divine Goddess, Goddess divineDivine God, God divine
With this pin, protection i layTo guard this childBoth night and day
Cherish, prosper, protect for all eternityThis is my will, so mote it be!