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Started by Raven, February 27, 2016, 08:38:38 PM

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Coír Draoi Ceítien

The wind blows, for good or ill, and I must follow.

Raven

Ivory is a cousin of mine,
Born of a hide of different kind.
I thought I saw a unicorn on the way here, but it was just a horse with one of the horns broken off.

Coír Draoi Ceítien

The wind blows, for good or ill, and I must follow.

Raven

Often mounted, never ridden.
In the tavern, never hidden.
I thought I saw a unicorn on the way here, but it was just a horse with one of the horns broken off.

Coír Draoi Ceítien

I'm gonna go for the gold and say....Antlers!
The wind blows, for good or ill, and I must follow.

Raven

As it is said in German, "da hast du recht." Yes, antlers!

The riddle is yours!
I thought I saw a unicorn on the way here, but it was just a horse with one of the horns broken off.

Coír Draoi Ceítien

I never was, am always to be,
No one ever saw me, nor ever will
And yet I am the confidence of all
To live and breathe on this terrestrial ball.
The wind blows, for good or ill, and I must follow.

Raven

I'm not super confident about this but my first guess is "the future"?
I thought I saw a unicorn on the way here, but it was just a horse with one of the horns broken off.

Coír Draoi Ceítien

Yeah, either "tomorrow" or "the future" will do.

Back to you now.
The wind blows, for good or ill, and I must follow.

Raven

I am as heavy as water and yet I fly.
I am wingless and yet I soar.
Among the trees sometimes I creep.
At other times I roar.
I thought I saw a unicorn on the way here, but it was just a horse with one of the horns broken off.

Coír Draoi Ceítien

The wind blows, for good or ill, and I must follow.

Raven

The sailor watches for the wind.
And for me they keep sentry.
When I rage within me mingles
wind and fire and water.
I thought I saw a unicorn on the way here, but it was just a horse with one of the horns broken off.

Coír Draoi Ceítien

The wind blows, for good or ill, and I must follow.

Raven

Yeah, I was going for cloud.
I thought I saw a unicorn on the way here, but it was just a horse with one of the horns broken off.

Coír Draoi Ceítien

I stand before you and you think I'm small,
Let me sit down and I will be more tall,
I bear weapons but these you might not see,
When you're blind, secrets are still shown to me,
I walk by myself, wildest of the wild,
Better to make me sing, instead of smile.
The wind blows, for good or ill, and I must follow.