Up through the crawlspace, slitther wiggle and...
then she looks down in the room.
The Daireann Lord taling to the slaugh childing in a room meant for privacy , it is almost like a jail cell pretending to be a parlor"No no, that's too far back.."
"but the children of dublin need a scarin if they're to..." the little ggirl says in a scarily adult whisper, with accent strong and authentic
"no, no... Widderwinds... remember that life? mmm"
The voice shifts, her eyes glaze, "Yes. we fought against you."
"Yes, and held for a time...but I gained recognition anyway. Tell me anotheer way into the hold. A way the newer slaugh would not know of"
"I...told you about the secret door."
"Yes, but they know of that...something you kept just to yourself."
a pause, then "the new moon bench" the girl says "I neveer told them of it."
"Remember the new moon bench, " he pushes, "is it a treasure?"
"no. it's a place. a special place. you never knew. they never knew. I remember sitting there, waiting for the newmoon." the child says with a woman's voice, a woman used to rule "it was my fail safe, unreliable. It didn't always work obviously, hence the name."
