River-maidens of the Stoneland: Roamingstar and Grey-eye
Me grandkids and I once again gathered around the hearth for story time. What would befall Beannaithe durin' her adventures in the Stone-land? Me grandkids were soon to find out...
'Beannaithe and her pony Mac found the River Star-wanderer that served as the western border of the Land of the Five Streams, followin' it north until the reached the foot of the White Mountains. There they found Roamingstar the River-maiden. She herself were at ease, but expressed concern for her sister The Lone Lady.
"The Lone Lady seldom communicates with her sisters, and on those rare occasions that she does her mood is dark," Romaingstar told Beannaithe. "Perhaps you can aid her?"
The lass smiled and nodded hear head reassurin'ly before mountin' her pony.
Mac next galloped south to where the River Star-wanderer met the River Shingles. He then carried Beannaithe north towards the river's source. There they found the river-maiden Grey-eye. She were not as understandin' of the Lone Lady's plight.
"I do wish The Lone Lady would come to her senses. We are river-maidens, are we not?" Grey-eye complained. "She ought to put aside whatever troubles her and do what s best for the river and the land through which it flows."
Beannaithe curtsied, turned and left. Grey-eye was clearly upset with her sister and perhaps a bit angry, too. The lass did not wish to stay long in Grey-eye's company.
It were late, and the lass were tired. She thought Mac looked like he could use a rest as well. She and Mac had travelled many leagues over the last few days. It were time to get some proper sleep. The two found a comfortable spot, had a bite to eat, then settled down for the evenin'.'
'As well should all of ye,' opined me daughter Ériu.
'Aye, we all need a few winks of sleep,' said a yawnin' Fódla.
Banba were so sleepy that she could only yawn and nod.
'We're not tired!' said an energetic Darowva.
'Yes, ye are!' countered Ériu.
'Oh, all right,' Darowva relented.
Dooli elbowed Daibhidh awake. 'Huh?' said a startled Daibhidh. I chuckled.
'Oíche mhaith, me wee darlin's!' I tells them.
'Good night, Granda,' they wearily replied as their mothers led them off to their beds.
