INTRODUCING: Maire Mac Domnaill

Maire mac Domnaill is a fictional character with a very historically accurate bloodline.
She lived in the High Middle Ages, 1000-1020 AD

Her father was Mael Sechnaill mac Domnaill (nickname Malachy), A King with bloodlines dating by to the Kings of Tara. He was of the House of Ua Neill, High King of the Northern provinces of Ireland 980-1002, and then King of Mide including control of Dublin.

Her mother, Mael Muire ingen Amlaib- daughter of the powerful warrior and Norse King, Amlaib Curarin.  His Viking name, Olafr Sigtryggsson. (Norse-Gaul) He was King of Northumbia, England 941-944 and King of Dublin, Ireland 944-952

Maire was born at the turn of the century and lived in a ringfort home, Dun na Sciath on Croi Inis at Lough Ennell in Westmeath Co Ireland.
 
*The Irish Queen, Gormlaith was married to both her Norse grandfather, her father, and Brian Boru.
Brian Boru was the true King of Southern Ireland and rogue warrior from Munster in Ireland at this time.



                            

:  Maire, unhappy, unsettled.  The political climate is causing unrest among the people in and around Dyflin (Nordic spelling for Dublin.).  Native Kings North and South have come together to attack the strong city, which really is a mixture of native Irish and Norse population.  Maire has friends in Dyflin. She is uneasy as to where her loyalties lie.  Ultimately it should be with her father….but she sees the strength of the Norse culture…..
 
The story will be ~her struggle to be loyal to her own beloved Irish heritage and still believe in the future.  
                               Logline
It’s about a girl who lives in medieval Ireland at the time of the Brian Boru .  She struggles with the loyalties she has to her Irish roots and the Nordic influences which are now part of Ireland’s future.




The following are some snapshots of Maire in various places in Ireland...Her cottage in Dublin, Her home on Cro Inis, and her travels to Glendalough:


                                                                   
                

#1 snapshot. At the cottage in Dublin

 (at the seashore cottage in Dublin)

…and there was a small cottage along the big sea, nestled in some bushes where Maire went for alone time.  On this morn she rose to sit outside it along the rocks to enjoy the quiet.  There was not even a ripple to lap upon the shore and the sands were firm and wet with stillness.   A perfect time for thinking….. Restless and slow, the huge ball of orange fire, lifted out of the sea in the distance, and a cloudy Irish sky welcomed it.  Maire welcomed it as it was reliable.  The Irish believed that water, along with air, earth, and fire were the elements of life.  Her people were grateful for it.
 Downstream, there would wake, a bustle on the wooden quay; as shipbuilders resumed their work once more.  Maire thought about the way used to be in Fingal Town.   Three cultures living in harmony; the Picts, the Norse and the Irish….even she had them in her veins….and she desired that she would live to tell the tale.  


# 2  At her home in Cro Inis
(on the island near Lough Ennell, Westmeath Ireland)


    With a single satchel in tow, the princess climbed upon her patiently waiting mare, Bridie.  Feelings of melancholy filled her as she sauntered slowly away from the cottage, and the water that she loved so much~ It was a passion which had been nourished by both of her parents through cherished tales, told and retold.  Their tales had been wrapped in the mighty and mysterious waves of the sea; tales of immortality and love.

She dreamed about them now, not wanting to think about the business which would be before her when she arrived at Cro Inis. 

Snapshot #3  In Glendalough
(When she traveled to Glendalough Abby, Wicklow Ireland.....south of DuhbLinn)

 Magical images of a faerie steed, flying fairly over the waves of a foamy ocean!  Surely ‘twas Oisin and Niamh!  She knew the story well…and then Manannan mac Lir, son of the Sea, Himself stealing Fand for his fae queen!  Pure romance and wonder, she admitted
with a sigh.  

Yet, as they crossed over the River Liffey, and continued to head southwest, Maire took in all the shades of velvety green and gold which were the thick turf ground for as far as her eyes could see.  Hilly plains of it dotted by ruined stone remnants of rituals from years gone by.  Here, again her mind drifted to the champions in the Irish legend which had been told to her mostly by her father this time, for it was in his veins that the words of the earth had been woven. 



                                                     

Maire can adapt to stories that take place in the British Isles and Scandivania, and Ireland.  She is an Irish/Viking.
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