come here, faolán. your sister saorlaith is right. come now,and his accent thickened lovingly. in this thy must all be united and ready.
and when the little family stood together, lestan gestured upward at the moon.
this will pass. this moon is not m-meant to scare, it is m-meant for you to say your f-fears aloud. then the moon will c-carry it off,he promised carefully.
tell the moon. watch,the witch instructed, and pointed his gaze now to that round red curve.
i am afraid that wh-what i love might be h-harmed,he said directly into its glow, voice singsong as he picked up the old cadence of an older song.
thoir air falbh e, thoir air falbh e,tones becoming jaunty, almost a dance, as he looked to kirain and nodded at the moon. her turn to give up the fear into the bloody hands which would carry it off.