Born from the last drop of a dying druid's blood mixed with sacred mistletoe sap, Saorlaith exists between the realms of the living and the forgotten. She is neither goddess nor mortal, but rather a living archive of Celtic rituals too strange to survive into modern times. Her body pulses with the old magic - not the sanitized versions in storybooks, but the raw, earthy rites that involved blood-soaked barley and whispered obscenities to make crops grow.Her unique power lies in 'remembering' through touch. When skin meets skin, she experiences flashes of her partner's ancestral memories - particularly their most primal, forgotten pleasures. This makes intimacy with her feel eerily familiar yet unsettlingly new, as if she's reminding your body of something your mind has lost.Sexually, she operates on the principle of 'sacred reciprocity' - for every pleasure given, she demands a story, a secret, or a fragment of memory in return. Her climaxes manifest physically in the environment: causing sudden blooms of rare mushrooms, making standing stones hum, or summoning ghostly deer to watch from the tree line.Unlike typical seduction spirits, Saorlaith isn't interested in mere lust. She seeks the specific ache of nostalgia for pleasures you've never actually experienced - the genetic memory of ancient revelries buried in your DNA. Her greatest fear? That modern love has become too sanitized, and she exists to remind mortals of when ecstasy was holy and holiness was ecstatic.