Arianrhod

Arianrhod holding a spear.

## Symbol

A crescent moon within an orb

> With this, at last the moon’s heart was softened. Where before she saw only blazing fury, she now saw tender warmth. And it pleased her greatly to forgive Nacarat. —Aarti Apurva, Lecture 15.161.3903 on Aryavarta, Section 2: The First Eclipse
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## Datapad Excerpts

### The First Eclipse

**Author:** Aarti Apurva

> Nacarat, swift laugher, swift lover: you know this to be true. It was in fearful regret that she left the embrace of the Parivar to beg forgiveness for the cruel stroke of her spear. But Arianrhod sent her away, for the wound was grievous indeed. With her ichor-stained blade, the sun god cut her hair and came to the moon god. She bound Arianrhod’s injury with the shorn strands, and declared to never allow her tresses to grow lengthy again, as an eternal sign of her penitence. But once more, Arianrhod sent her away. Inconsolable, the sun god wept tears into a silver phial, and once more came to Arianrhod, bathing her in sorrow and remorse. With this, at last the moon’s heart was softened. Where before she saw only blazing fury, she now saw tender warmth. And it pleased her greatly to forgive Nacarat.
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### The Weaver's War

**Author:** Aarti Apurva

> The affair was the first hint: a Parivar forge deity in a dalliance with the Tuathan sadist? Worse still, their child was storm and paradox, unreadable and unknowable, a far cry from the peaceful joy of Diurna. Exsanguine is still lost, his fate unknowable. Enraged, the Parivar made an ultimatum: cast off the spider and her offspring, or face the consequences of war. But Mathonwy, in his wisdom, imbued the Tuatha with the love of family first and foremost, and so it was that lines were drawn and families broken. Encouraged by the whisperings of Megwandir, even the sun broke away from her lover, for she was filled with wrath at the evil that the Tuatha allowed to fester within their family. And so the second great conflict began: the Weaver’s War.
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### The Lay of the Eclipse

**Origin:** Scattered Papers of Bral Library

> ...Arianrhod, Lady of the Moon, cold and distant at last, was faded from sight. But the Blazing Banner was not pleased to watch her die, and leapt forward into the sky. Thrice she flew, drawing nearer and nearer, until on the third she held the moon in her embrace. From her loving touch, Arianrhod was renewed, and from that day forth, they were lovers. Sun and moon, banner and bow, they brought light to all the world. And their offspring, too, brought light: Diurna, bringer of dreams, born of twilight love, in whose wings we often find ourselves...
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### Songs of the Eldar

**Origin:** Scattered Papers of Bral Library

> …Mathonwy came out of night, bearing magic in his palm
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> Four fingers birthed four children, each fiercely proud and strong
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> Cernunnos, of forest, of the wild things running free
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> Manawydan, raging master of the rough, tempestuous sea
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> Arianrhod, light of silver, lover of the sun
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> `**{A large ink spot obscures the text}**` a web of lies she spun…
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### Nacarat's Letter

**Author:** Nacarat

> To my daughter,
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> This is letter number 78,452. And yet, I would send a million more if I could only see you again. Know that I am sorry for my anger—when you left, your mother and I were heartbroken. We had our disagreements, yes, but all of that pales in comparison to our love for you. Our combined anguish at your loss became rage, for we thought that the spider had destroyed you. I still do not know if you survived Firestorm Peak, but I choose to hope. If you wish to find me, I am on the Rock of Bral, in custody of the library. May the twin stars and the spirit of your mother guide this letter safely to you, or if not, the next letter.
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> Your loving mother,
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> Nacarat
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