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Dec. 16th, 2014 11:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Thorn Hall is a large estate in county Cork. And while it has all the trappings of a normal farm: with fields, and pastures, an orchard of various fruit trees, a barn with horses and a few cows grazing, there's something about the land that just feels more real. As soon as they cross the borders onto the land its palatal. There land is alive. And not just in the green and well taken care of sense but also in a wild woods and blood spilled. An over abundance of crows and ravens rest in the trees watching them as they walk. There is a spirit of Thorn Hall and it brushes across Cavan just briefly as if judging his intentions Cavan is, after all, a stranger to this land and world. The fact that he's with Rory is definitely a plus and it retreats. Though there is a sense of warning. If Cavan does anything it disapproves of ...
If Rory notices anything about it, he doesn't show it. But he's quite used to the Hall.
The reason why Rory told him about a password is immediately made clear when a small girl, about five years old, drops out of the trees in front of them. She has the same hair and eye color as Rory and is wearing a dress that probably got mud on it as soon as she stepped out the door. She also carries a spear coated in pink paint and sparkles.
"PASSWORD!" she demands, holding the spear threateningly.
If Rory notices anything about it, he doesn't show it. But he's quite used to the Hall.
The reason why Rory told him about a password is immediately made clear when a small girl, about five years old, drops out of the trees in front of them. She has the same hair and eye color as Rory and is wearing a dress that probably got mud on it as soon as she stepped out the door. She also carries a spear coated in pink paint and sparkles.
"PASSWORD!" she demands, holding the spear threateningly.