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When the assassin started liking them more, Caoimhe would find a way to wrangle him into being a stylist at least once. The braid being twisted into Sláine's hair was flawless already, even when just loose enough for easy removal. The eldest twin was just a little jealous that Eurion clearly liked Sláine better than him, but there were logical reasons for that—more time together, his twin was a lot better with being likable, and Aideen didn't help matters at all in the beginning. So, as much as he wanted to pout, he let it go and just made it his mission to get Eurion to like him too.
Aideen, on the other hand, wasn't too fond of the men bonding when she was playing upset with her lover. "I said we're ignoring him. Shush." She slapped a hand on Caoimhe's mouth, which only succeeded in making him bite playfully at her fingers and palm, but she expertly ignored it from experience. "Enlighten me: what are markerstones?"
Caoimhe licked her hand, which finally made her pull away from disgust, and explained. "I'm assuming the book he's been carrying around with him is my brother's, so he's already caught up to speed. Markerstones are basically ancient ass protective charms that depict and are said to be connected to the Old Gods, usually around sacred sites. That's where their name comes from—they mark the sites they protect."
"But being as old as they are," she mused, catching up to speed, "they're likely to be nothing but rubble, or at least broken in some way. And protection charms lose the magic they hold when they break." The prince nodded. "Okay. So, what? Are we going to try and override that and imbue them with magic again to get the Gods' attention? Or something else?"