A Final Resting Place and the Echo of Memories

Time had slowly woven itself into the past, and little Orgoch was already growing up before I knew it. She tried to follow in Eilonwy’s footsteps, though that entailed terrible eating habits and a lot of slapping. I coaxed her into independence, so that she could make her own decisions. Orgoch benefited very much from this extra attention, and she was soon uprooting all of the carrots with a joyful gleam in her eye!

Llyan managed to lay her egg in precisely the same spot where she had played with a different one not long ago. This new egg started off so tiny… And it remained so, unfortunately. This is one glitch that seems to happen from time to time, and one that I experienced with another generation. Although Albia seemed to be in good health, I knew that I had to be prepared to make the move to another new world. Any idea if this is purely random? Or perhaps I just have some very bad luck!

I had little time to consider the glitch, for the event I had been dreading happened just then. Angharad passed away. Moments before, I had watched her practically drink an entire pot of honey, and the smile on her face said it all. She died in peace, though I was deeply saddened. At 12 hours and 57 minutes old, Angharad lived to be one of the oldest Norns. She had brought so much to the world and taught so much during her rich life. Goodbye, little Norn friend.

I was unsure of the best way to bid Angharad a final farewell. There was a somewhat somber mood around Albia, as if all knew they had lost their matriarch. Gurgi, who was the father of her last four children, seemed to be quite sad. Yet he mustered up the strength to say goodbye by sending off a salute via the cannon. The noise was heard throughout the world, as both Norn and Grendel listened. The echoing boom brought back memories of Angharad, who would echo on through all the generations, and never completely fade away.

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