Ériu

Ériu is a Deity of the land—an old seat of sovereignty braided into riverbeds, boundary stones and the names on maps. Field notes describe the approach by sense rather than sight: smell of damp peat, crushed grass and the iron tang of rain on stone; sound like a distant tide of stones and running water punctuated by a single clear human voice reciting place-names; temperature registers cool and fog-tinged at the surface, with a steady, subdued warmth that seems to come from the soil itself. Naturalist impression: places under her care grow keener at the edges—hedgerows tighten, stones hold lichen like script, and small creatures fall unnaturally still as if listening for a claimant's answer.