Hideaway Strath Tell me your story, I'll remember it always

“Very good, Ceallach!” Lotte praised effusively, grinning proudly at her son. “Yes, yes. This is a story about your setä — my kaksonen — Dagfinn. You can call him setä Setä Dagfinn or Uncle Dagfinn or Dagfinn.” She thought to herself for a moment, brow beetling as she considered. “Anything would be okay as long as you and he are happy with it.” She smiled warmly at the boy, and then asked coyly — for she knew full well the children had never heard this particular tale before, “Have I told you about the time your uncle saved the Teekons — the big wide world you were born into? It is a little scary, but the ending is happy.” She wasn’t sure how Ceallach or Eirlys felt about a scary story.