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Finngeal Returns

 Finngeal makes his momentary return: Information was worth the risk of visiting Aith Cliath again, and though he had feelings about returning to the place where he had been imprisoned, his situation was different now. He had training and he had his wolf; no longer was he the young boy unable to fend for himself. He was now what others feared, the white ghost with the silver mane, keeper of stern looks and stone hearts, guardian of the home he once lost, and he no apprehension about seeing those responsible for his imprisonment. They were all dead. His only anxiety now was trying not to kill anyone else. He left early, hoping to reach Aith Cliath by evening. He went through the woods, travelling northeast against the sun, pausing in Cill Chuilinn to send a message home by a spy there, and reaching the main gate of the walled city by sundown. An argument over imported goods broke out at the southern entrance, and Finngeal used the commotion to slip into the city, ricocheting a rock off

The Barghest

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  More about the Barghest on Patreon : Death happens to everyone, the only question being whether everyone knows it has happened to them or not. The God of Death did not like Myndil, because Myndil had discovered a way of reaching the otherworld without expiring, and this annoyed him. Rules were made only to be broken consciously, and Myndil had tripped over the line of regulations and hopped back over without paying the toll. What Myndil did was not wrong, but it was obvious that he had received help from someone other than himself, and Death wanted to know from whom. Myndil was entirely unsuspicious of being watched, as was the barghest of being the one watching him: Myndil was whipping Ozzy’s arm across the garden, the barghest was leaping into the air to catch it, and their game of fetch was all either cared for until Sister Iarlaith came out from the kitchen to call Myndil in. “’Mon in, Myndil-son! That’s the dae gone and the warmth gone wi’ yit! Yer milk’s oan. Ah did it wi’

Faoladh and Fatherhood

 An addendum to the story posted HERE : Aodhgan deserved to have children happen to him, and god, hearing his petition, thought he particularly deserved to have a girl happen. Daughters do not always happen to those who merit them most, but they must naturally belong to those who think they could never say no to them.                 They returned to the abbey and had a pleasant dinner waiting for them, the nisser coming in with fresh cream cheese and salted butter for the brown bread Sister Iarlaith was putting on table. The children were scrubbed and hands were cleaned, and everyone sat down together—even a few of the boggarts joined them, to inhale the pageant of crumbs now garlanding the seats and glean a few scraps of cold chicken by the way. Myndil related everything that happened during their visit to the farm to Brother Crannach and Sister Iarlaidh throughout dinner, telling them about the newborn calf and wondering why human children did not try to stand ten minutes after