With a title like Women of War, I was curious about the characters. So I asked them to stop by for a chat. Read on!
Welcome ladies. I’ve noticed you all have healthy sexual appetites, but not the best taste in men. Is the sex worth it?
The ladies at the table silently confer before answering.
Shar: Yes, it is.
Morrowind: I can’t answer that question, I only knew Cernunnos. I never wanted him.
Shar reaches over to brush Morrowind’s auburn hair behind her ear as she give her daughter a sad smile: Morrowind never had the chance to fall in love or even lust during her short life.
Maven sighs deeply knowing there’s nothing she can do to help her tormented mother, Morrowind. Instead she answers the question brazenly 
efinitely.
Maggie looks to her own mother knowing Maven won’t be angry if she admits to the truth : Yes.
Shar, you’ve spent some “quality time” with Ares. What is it about the big brute that seems to make common sense fly out the window when he’s around?
You mean other than the fact that he’s so gorgeous it’s mesmerizing? (She laughs) He has that animal magnetism that the mortals speak of, the men in the Dark Kingdom don’t have a drop of it in their weak veins. It’s absolutely intoxicating. Other than that, I needed him and what only he could give me. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement; he gave me what I wanted and I gave him his freedom.
So three of you have had the same god in your beds. Have you ever compared stories?
Shar cocks her head to the side and purses her lips as she pauses to think a moment before answering for the group: We have all been victimized by Cernunnos, that horned bastard tormented four generations of my family. Four generations of women. (She taps her finger pointedly on the table and then sits back as her eyes glare) I’m glad he’s dead and that Ares killed him.
Tentatively Maggie speaks up: If you were talking about Ares, then only my Great-Grandmother and I share that pleasure and no we’ve never discussed it. That would be awkward.
Morrowind, you dream of a warrior clad in black leather. Are you afraid of this dream, intrigued, enticed?
He terrifies me, I don’t know who he is or what he wants. I don’t know why fire flies from his fingertips or why he saunters into battle so calmly as he slays every man in his path with a cold grin on his face. I don’t know why it’s all so real and why it won’t stop.
Shar, you’ve seen much in your long life. Have you ever heard of anything like this?
I caused it, I was trying to help her, to hide her, to keep her away from Cernunnos. I did what I could to take her Father’s genetic memory from her mind and his scent from her body. I didn’t know it would drive her mad.
Maven, as a Fae, you celebrate different holidays. Tell us what happens when you celebrate the winter solstice.
It’s very festive in the Golden Lands for the Yuletide Celebration. We spend weeks decorating our little treetop village with mirrors, glass balls, candles, evergreens and winter flowers. On the night of the Solstice we gather around a huge bon fire as we chant and pray helping the Goddess to give birth to her Son. We share food and drink to show we will be here for each through the coming harshness of winter. We decorate logs with flowers, stones, bows, and inscriptions, you’ve heard them called Yule Logs probably. Burning them sends our wishes for the coming year into the heavens where they will be heard, and hopefully answered, by the Gods.
Interesting. I hear you use “special” flowers during this celebration. How does that affect the experience
You mean the Winter Rose, it’s a beautiful little flower. To Mortals it’s very poisonous so I suggest you stay away from it but for Fae like me, we brew up the flowers and the roots into a tea that we add to wine and drink at the festival. Lightly hallucinogenic, it washes away all doubt and inhibition, allowing us to bridge the barrier between this world and the next. Heightens our energy and our resolve as we commune with the Goddess as she brings the God into the world.
Maggie, you can move objects with a mere thought. Is it difficult for you to keep your abilities hidden?
Yes, at first. My mother, said I mustn’t do that, people would think I was strange but things just kept coming to me whenever I asked them to. I did my best to not do that and when I went to live with my father I couldn’t even tell anyone I was a Fey. I had to tell them my mother died, my father said if I didn’t then the mortals would never accept me, they’d call me a witch and burn me! After Cernunnos took me away from my father’s cast and put the golden chastity belt on me it all went away on its own. I couldn’t do it anymore and I tried but it didn’t work, not until Ares took it off me and slowly my abilities returned. He’s helped me hone them ever since.
Do you have powers like this as well, Maven?
No, not like that. My powers are limited to plants and potions, spells and talismans. The one good thing my Father managed to convey to me, I suppose.
Gods, queens, and magic. What a mix! Thank you so much for stopping by ladies. You’ve given us some interesting information from very unique perspectives. Women of War is available now at http://www.moonsmusings.com
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