Please welcome Brigid with Claire Ashgorve
Good morning everyone!
If you’re Celt, we’re rapidly approaching Samhain, the night when the
veil between the living and the dead is the thinnest.
It’s also the night that the McClaine siblings have been
awaiting for the last year. And I’ve
brought Brigid here today, to tell you why.
Claire: So,
Brigid, bring everybody up to speed would you?
Brigid: Sure, Claire.
Last Lughnasadh, my oldest brother Cian stumbled onto a portion of our
mother’s spellbook. The magic within was
designed to destroy our sire, Drandar, and free us from the poison in our soul
by giving us mortality. There are eight
of us, and I was the seventh to find her words—or rather Micah brought them to
me. Samhain is the next sabot night, and
only my darkest brother remains.
Claire: But
there’s some question about whether he would contribute to the destruction of
Drandar right? I mean… from everything
I’ve heard… Taran isn’t exactly all light and goodness. He’s rather fond of his dark habits.
Brigid: I’m not so sure, to tell you the truth. Taran and I have been close over the
years. There’s a lot more to him than
appearances.
Claire: Well, I guess anything might be possible. After all, a lot of your family swore off you
too.
(Brigid chuckles.) They still do. But Micah’s helping smooth things over. Slowly.
Claire: Yeah, that Micah is something. Do you think you would have made the same
decisions when you came across your mother’s magic if it weren’t for him?
Brigid: No, I wouldn’t have. I can tell you that with certainty. Micah opened my eyes…to many things. Nobody
else would have risked what he did for me.
My own family had cast me aside.
Claire: Okay, back to Samhain since that’s what we’re
supposed to be talking about. How would
you normally spend the sabot if your mother’s spellbook wasn’t in question?
Brigid: Normally, I’d go to the standing stones
behind the Scotland
castle and accompany my brother, Fintan, as he led his coven through a sabot
rite. We’d light the bonfire, drum,
welcome the guardians, say goodbye to the past year and welcome the new. (She laughs.)
We’d have lots of food and wine after.
We keep things pretty traditional.
Claire: And this year, if Taran does find the scroll,
what do you think might happen?
