Where Anyone is Possible
[Or Aise (pronounced Ash) for short.]
[Fae, Seelie, of the Spring Court]
There was a tale told among the Celts of old times - of a laughing faerie who meddled in the affairs of mankind, sometimes at her own whim, and sometimes for the better. The motives behind her actions were all but unknown, she never spoke to those she tricked or those she helped, but even when the smallest thing was asked, like a name, she had vanished, and was more than likely to never be seen again. Her presence had felt like a dream of some kind, like an experience that you knew happened, but still weren't quite sure of it yourself.
She has seen countless ages, witnessed as empires rose and fell, stood by and watched as warriors clashed on the fields of battle, she saw the human race develop and go through many hardships, unite, and become divided. She was not the wisest of her Fae brothers and sisters, definitely not the worst, but she was clever. Unfortunately, her quick wit would not do anything to amend her ceaseless naivety, which often pointed her at the wrong things and the wrong people.
Her path once led her to a pyrate named Edward, a young fellow, captain of his own ship and crew, nothing as terrible or fearsome as the other ships that sailed under the black flag, but she was a strong, stout ship. She’d assisted his crew when they were under attack by several British vessels, and she convinced each of the opposing captains that there was a treaty that had been signed by the king and suchlike. The British sailed along as if nothing had ever happened, and Edward, for the moment, welcomed Aisling into his crew, but only because he was unable to be rid of her otherwise, and had unfortunately been indebted to her by how much she apparently risked to save them.
There, she witnessed first-hand the strife and struggle with the British Empire, how the pyrates, or at least some of them, were noble men, attempting to find their own way in this forsaken life. They sought freedom, a life that could be their own, and to live it however they saw fit. But they were glorified thieves and murderers, most of them, who gave not a tinker’s curse for those they hurt. But this single man seemed different. He seemed to truly believe in what he was fighting for, in the quest for freedom, but she could see in his heart that he was already growing weary of it.
Once again, after several months, Aisling departed from his crew to set off on her own nomadic quest. But she did not forget him, and even to this day bears a small coin with a bird embossed on it, the bird his ship was named after: The Jackdaw.
(She even still deems the clothing from that era her favorite kind, and occasionally wears an old frock coat, large buckles and a tricorne as if she’s proud of the time that she was an honorary pyrate.)
But helping the Pyrates was just another thing to add to the ever-constantly growing pile of subjects that conflicted with the things she already believed, or thought she believed, leaving her wondering who was right and who was wrong.
She was always terrible with gray areas.
Deriving from the Ancient Greek hyper-thymesis (quite literally meaning excessive remembering), hyperthymesia is to bear an alarmingly detailed autobiographical memory, and was something that plagued her ever since childhood, starting with the day she recalled in striking detail the colours of the sky the first time she ever saw it. As the years turned into decades, and decades into centuries, the abnormality of her mind never receded, and even though there were many, many things to be gained from it, there were just some things of the years that she would have preferred not to remember.