Mamm Speaks

Mamm Speaks

I am old now, older than you can realize.  We are a long-lived people and I am ancient even by our standards.  

Before me, my mother and grandmothers were also long-lived.  

I tell their stories as well as my own when I speak of our under-bed storage chest.  It was made by my mother's mother's mother and is now in my keeping.

The years are many and many since that long-ago girl, yet they live so long as any one of us will tell the story of those years, and so long as any one will listen and remember and tell that story to another. Perhaps one day someone will need to hear it.

That long-ago girl chose wood from this very grove, where I rest myself now, to make her special chest. It has returned home after many travels.

I have tended this grove for most of my long life; Sidhelagh tended it; and now ... now it will fall to Merri should she so choose.  She loves it and tends it already - but she will be warrior as well; who can tell which path will be hers - perhaps both, as it was with me, and with Sidhelagh.  

Ah ... the lives we lead ... we do as we must when we must, whether we will it or not.  

Yet always the choice is our own to make.  No other can take that authority from us.

Each and all, we choose our own path.