Cricket Creek Bog so peace be with every place that you had

as aengus rattled off the qualities of his family, weejay tried to picture them in her mind. he was the darkest, it seemed -- with a family mostly like her. she imagined his sisters giving him hell for something, then his parents: a mountain of a man with soft fur, and for some reason she imagined liffey as this sweet and softspoken darling that doted on all her children equally (sionnach would beg to differ).

it brought a warm smile to her lips, for weejay's imagination had filled her heart with something akin to nostalgic love; she missed her mother terribly.. but imagining aengus' mother somehow made some of the hurt drift away.

the fact they were close by caused weejay's excitement to build; that meant they could play together, all the time! and explore, and catch bugs, and look at flowers! she was already scheming their next adventure, but she was almost too shy to ask. "oh!! i live over there --" she pointed to a glade an equidistant amount away; it was perfect, they were practically neighbors. "can i visit sometime?" she knew she had just been invited, but her tone was hopeful -- she would like to listen to the big soft man's stories very much.