In days of yore, when Ríonal would awaken to the scent of cooked fish, and the sight of Fionnán bent forward over the fire, only to offer up the aforementioned fish to her. As it was, she woke up in recent days, with his cloak now up to her chin, with the sight of Eibhlin resting fitfully, across the fire-place from her. While to the right, slept Éodain…
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