Irish Cloaks

Irish cloaks -The Guardian

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Keira is a practical, down-to-earth American history student visiting Ireland for the first time. She feels disconnected from her heritage and is secretly hoping to find something that makes her feel like she belongs. Keira, feeling like an outsider in Dublin, wanders down a misty alley and stumbles upon “Irish Cloaks.” Intrigued, she enters. Inside, it’s bigger than it seems, filled with cloaks of all kinds hanging from wooden beams. Finnian, the owner, seems to be waiting for her. He guides her away from the ornate cloaks to a simple, forest-green one tucked in a corner. It feels strangely warm to the touch. She buys it, thinking it’s just a unique souvenir. But the cloak is more than just a souvenir. The cloaks from the shop are magical artifacts, imbued with the life force, a core skill, and the strongest memories of the person who wore it last. The magic isn’t flashy; it’s earthy and intrinsic. When you wear a cloak, you don’t just get power, you get a piece of a soul.

Back in her hotel, a chill sets in. She wraps the cloak around her shoulders. Suddenly, her mind is flooded with a vision: running through a primeval forest, the scent of moss and rain, and the feeling of being perfectly hidden. She realizes the cloak grants the power of camouflage, the ability to blend seamlessly into natural surroundings. It belonged to an ancient scout or warden.