This is the pronucation of Eirian. e(i)-ian I hope that help.
on with the story
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An old woman sat in a rocking chair with her hands in her lap, swaying back and forth. Eirian enjoyed the warmth of the fire as it radiated from the hearth. Her face was wrinkled with time. Her long, once black hair was now white with old age. Her dark green eyes had dimmed with the years passed by. Eirian sat there, minding her own business when her granddaughter came in and plopped herself down near the base of the rocking chair.
“Grandma?” the little girl inquired.
“Yes dear?”
As the little struggled to climb up into the old woman’s lap. “Can you tell me a story?”
“Why, of course, sweetpea” Eirian said, “what story do you want to hear?
“The one where you met grandpa during the Shadow war.” Moira said as she leaned against her.
“How do you know about that, little one?”
“Grandpa mention something about meeting you during the war.”
The little girl’s mother came to the doorway. “Mom, have you seen Moira?”
“I’m right here,” Moira said as she looked at her mother. “ I was asking grandma to tell me a story.”
“But, Moira, the mother said, “it is close to your bed time,”
“Oh, come on, mommy. Just this one time.”
“Rosa, let’s make a deal: she can stay up and listen to the story,” Eirian said to Rosa. The little girl cheered.
The old woman turned to the little girl and said “but Moira, you have to help your mom with the chores all next week.”
“Oh, all right,” the little girl, said with a pout on her face. Rosa shared a smile with her mother.
Before she went back into the kitchen, Rosa said “thanks, mom.” Moira and her grandmother got comfortable in her rocking chair near the fire.
“Ready, grandma,” Moira said as she stared intently at Eirian.
“Alright. In the year of the great goddess, Aeona…”
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