Ó ì og ì ò
A Mhòrag 's na ho rò gheallaidh
Ó ì og ì ò
Hinura quietly sang a few bars to herself, making sure that she had it ready. She had been playing around with this tune for awhile, but had not really thought to use it until her stay at the Trade Inn. After all, the light and merry tunes might arouse the curiousity of a ghost; and the rumour of a great white ship would mean hope to at least some, surely. She was unsure of how the company would go about their task, and she looked doubtfully at the three rods that she had been given.
She shook her head. Never mind. Her duty was to herald their arrival, and draw the attention of the inhabitants so that the other members of her company might speak.
Mis' amuigh air luing a' seòladh
'S mi gun dòigh air tighinn gu
baile...
Hinura broke off as she grew increasingly preoccupied about the following evening.
[ January 10, 2003: Message edited by: tangerine ]
[ January 11, 2003: Message edited by: tangerine ]
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