How strange that we, perambulating dust, should be the vessels of eternal fire.
Here
we go again…
"But... why me?" a puzzled Alan tried to make sense of the day's events.
" 'ell lass, ye a lassie tryin' to 'come a knight... make 'ye own 'ductions!" an amused George tried to patiently explain the appearance of the Goddess.
"But… surely there must be other girls that the Great Mother can turn her eyes on," Alanna protested, still not believing that she was worthy of the Mother's attention. "How can I, a mere girl…"
She was cut off, slightly impatiently, by George, "Don't 'ye get it? 'Ye a lassie 'comin a knight. 'Ye something special ye is!"
Alanna sighed again, the gears turning in her head.
As she opened her mouth again, George shook his head. This was going to be a long night.