…these mothers at their midnight council were more like one great mind probing itself, divided at times as great minds may be, but one entity
I've outgrown my childhood name, and I haven't found a new one yet." "Ah," she cried. "Then it will be my pleasure to name you for myself. I can tell you are a colleen after my own heart, more like to me than my own daughter Findbhair. So I bestow on...
