Thunder Dome May Strong Arms Hold You

Meylodi looked at their sleeping children, her eyes soft. Her voice was just as quiet, nuzzling each of them. Go n-eirí an ghrian agus na gealaí ag rince thar do cheann, agus tú ag codladh go ciúin i do leaba. Go n-éirí an t-ádh leat pé áit a dtéann tú, agus is mó do bheannacht ná na seamróga a fhásann*. 

And then she turned to Void, smiling. Her tail gave a tired wag as she lay her head by his paws. Everything hurt, a lot, and she was exhausted. Aye, ya big ol' furball o' a fa'er, get cher tail down 'ere. Me need a spot fer me head. her tone was playful.

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*May sunshine and moonbeams dance over your head, as you quietly slumber in your bed. May good luck be with you wherever you go, and your blessings outnumber the shamrocks that grow