Maeve's got one hand on the phone, the other on a stack of papers Eamon printed for her off the computer. For the last three hours they've been looking over them - newspaper articles, medication descriptions, print-outs on everything they could find ( Read more... )

Eamon had never expected the Keep to suddenly be happy again when people came to visit, especially Tom. In fact, in Tom's case he'd braced himself for a bit of pessimism. Still, the silence was a stark change from the brief yelling match, and it was a bit less settling than usual ( Read more... )

He knows Tom doesn't give a care what state anything in the Keep is besides the garden. Still, Eamon can't help but tidying up. The Keep has grown empty and cavernous in the last few years, with only occasional visits. It's only fitting it would look nice for someone returning home, even if everyone involved knew that the Keep was no longer home to ( Read more... )

Well, the leprechauns are plannin' some sort of li'l festival for the comin' of autumn. They're hard at work makin' food for it. I love the little ones, but they aren't the best o' cooks, and I wish they'd stop askin' me to try their new inventions. But I'm afraid if I tell 'em off, they'll go back to gingerbread ( Read more... )