#thecapalluisce

all sorts! <3<3 I have several memorized: “Bright Star” by John Keats, “Daddy” by Sylvia Plath,” and “somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond” and “the other guineahen” by e.e. cummings. So I guess these are my favorites? Special mention also goes to Petrarch and T.S. Eliot; Prufrock is my go-to sadness poem, though I’ve yet to memorize it like I want to.

I’ve lots of poet friends, so here are some shout-outs too :P

Abigail Schott-Rosenfield

Giorgia Sage

<3<3

Thoth: Do you like to read/write?

Love it to death, especially writing— words are my life, yo.

Arawn: What is the most terrifying thing you’ve ever done?

Answered this is another post, but I’ll add another one— those elevator-drop rides??????? NOPE.

Bragi: What kind of music do you listen to?

I really like indie-style female vocalists with high lilting voices that switch between chest and head voice and are also kind of husky and kind of sing-talks. Also female vocalists with low husky voices. But also powerhouse female vocalists.

…But also just good music. The only music that irritates me is like, failed pop songs (“Roar” by Katy Perry comes to mind; irritatingly slow and major-keyed, ugh). Also creepy rapey songs are awful.

Hœnir: Are you a silent or talkative person?

I land in the talkative camp more often than not, heheh. Not in a way where I talk over people though, I really try not to.

Apollo and Diana: Do you prefer to be up during the day or at night?

booooooth I really fucking hate wasting my time sleeping??? It’s restful, yeah, but like… uggggghhhhh there’s so much to do all the time. ^-^” I adore both day and nighttime.

-In which Corr is a total stud-

The Kendrick Farm became known for both its sport ponies and its racehorses. After a startling discovery that Dove’s first foal was unmistakably half capall uisce, Sean and Puck realized that Corr, no longer seduced by the song of the Scorpio sea, now saw mares as mates not meals. It wasn’t often that a mare would catch Corr’s fancy, but it happened enough for it to be both a blessing and a curse. There were regulations to be dealt with, buyers wild with greed or fear, and a level of celebrity that made both Sean and Puck uncomfortable. In the end, it was years before the horses that carried Corr’s blood in their veins began to leave the island, but no matter how diluted that blood became it produced nothing but winners.