Eabha of the Aos Sí
Each spring, as the earth stirs and the veil thins, Eabha of the Tuatha Dé Danann emerges from the wildwood to perform the ancient rite that coaxes the land into bloom. Cloaked in mist and magic, she waits beneath the sacred tree at the heart of the henge, eternal, irresistible, and bound to the rhythm of the turning wheel. But this Ostara, the woman who comes to her is unlike the others. Drawn by instinct rather than reason, she arrives barefoot and breathless, chased by dreams and faerie lights into the heart of an ancient woodland near Dunbrannoch. She is quiet, unsure, trembling with something between fear and longing. And Eabha, for all her centuries of seduction, finds herself seducing not only a body, but a soul. As rabbits gather and the land holds its breath, a ritual of touch and surrender begins beneath the boughs of the ancient tree. Pleasure is not mere indulgence, it is invocation. And in the deep hours before dawn, the world will turn once more.