Laid Them Down (In Colored Sheets)

Brighid is not a delicately-scented woman. She's stark, scorched, big and bold as her hair and heart, in your face despite all demurity; flaming bush, cased in crystal. She will never escape that, not after years (centuries) of incremental core refinement lightening the heavy burden of what it is to be the Jewel and how she bears it.

For Mòrag, however, who is herself coincidentally indelicate, as traditions lead, there could be nothing and no one more perfect. If anyone were to so much as remotely imply the contrary, well...

It would be their head on an exquisitely-perfumed blue-burning pike.