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When Towhee stopped, Niamh flopped dramatically to the ground, as though she too were exhausted. Truth be told, Niamh had lots of energy and could have kept going- but for her Person, she'd put any plans on halt. She looked up at Towhee, rolled over onto her back and curled her forepaws to her chest comfortably, yawning slightly as she pondered any of the other stories she'd been told about the DeMonte side of their family. 

"Well, there is this one story I know," She said, though of course, with Niamh, the details were likely to have been skewed slightly due to her inability to pay attention when stories were told. "About some part of our family that got sick with this really ridiculously dangerous disease that was sorta like rabies- made them kinda dangerous an' lash out, and made their tongues turn black," Niamh recalled, sticking her tongue out symbolically, before she launched into a tale about some 'scragamuffin' named Thunder, who'd saved Sarasvati DeMonte's life. The details were all over the place, and she might've mistakenly called Sarasvati "Sassvat" on more than one occasion, but either way- the story was continued on into the next generation, despite the horrible delivery.