(In collaboration with @QuilledSister; she titled this Keening) “The song one!” “Oh but you’ve already heard that one.” “Tell us again!” “Yeah, yeah, we want to hear it again!” The four grandchildren at her feet began to chant “again, again!” Her daughter-in-law shot her a pleading look from the other end of the sofa. She dramatically hemmed and hawed, then closed her eyes for just a moment. She took a deep, happy sigh, glided her wrinkled fingers across the many crystals resting along her neck. When she opened her eyes, the mischievous glint told them they’d won her over. “It was a dreary evening…” “Just like this one?!” “Anna, shhhhhhhh-” “Don’t shove me!” “I didn’t, I jus-” A raised silver eyebrow, then silence. “Ahem. It was a dreary evening… yes, a little like this one. But this was a long time ago—back when the mountains were so tall you could climb up to touch the stars! When the ocean was so young the sea nymphs still had to show the waves which way to go. Back when the world…
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