(Female figure study, JW Waterhouse)
I’ve sent characters questing – intentionally or no – in different sorts of worlds and for all manner of reasons. Few weeks back, as much from having fun translating English into Welsh (I love the look and what I suppose it sounds like) and wordling, I created yet another character. The post reads like the start of a quest; I suppose in a way it was meant to be. Far easier to start than to finish!
This week’s Tale Weaver gives me too many options: the quests/questions that never finished (got at least 3 of those); quests that have been writing themselves inside my head – currently one cast of characters with 3 possible story lines; the Welsh Wordle; or, the Gaelic Gambit. Google Translate now includes Scottish Gaelic; a language towards which I hold an affinity. (Note: affinity, not ability).
I don’t know the answer. So, I’m going on a quest for a quest. Back through the brambles (and the bambles). Visit with ravens and younger selves. Be taken on a quest by a singing sword (not exactly an original idea on my part). Follow a healer with “photographic memory” in a phantasmagorical medieval time before cameras had been invented. Revive (interesting choice of words) the Sinister Sisterhood.
In the thousand plus posts I’ve made, there might be a questale with questables. Hey, maybe even beginning, middle AND end. So,
Mar sin, gus am faigh mi mo chuairt, ‘s dòcha gum leatsa a bhith tlachdmhor aon.
In other words . . . .
Felly, hyd nes i mi ddod o hyd i fy ymgais, efallai eich un chi fod yn un dymunol.
And: Tale Weaver #57: The Quest