“Grandma?” the little girl asked.“Yes dear?”The little girl climbed into her grandmother’s lap. “Could you tell me story?”“Of course I can," Eirian said. "What story do you want to hear?”“How about the one where you met grandpa during the Shadow war.”The little girl's mother came into the doorway. “Mom, have you seen Moira?” “I’m right here,” the little girl 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.”
“Could you tell me story?” the little girl asked as she got into her grandmother’s lap.
“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.”
Eirian sat there, minding her own business when her granddaughter came in and plopped herself down near the base of the rocking chair.
“Rosa, let’s make a deal: she can stay up and listen to the story,” Eirian said to Rosa. The little girl cheered.
Before she went back into the kitchen, Rosa said “thanks, mom.” Moira and her grandmother got comfortable in her rocking chair near the fire.
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 long, once black hair was now white with old age.
Her dark green eyes had dimmed with the years passed by
As the little struggled
the Shadow war
“But, Moira, the mother said,
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