[id: close-up of maeve as she looks down into the flames, the orange glow of the fire lighting up her fine-featured, freckled face as she continues: “fire rained down for nigh on a fortnight, ’tis said. oh, i was but a wee babe, mind you. but me mother, watcher rest her, told us young’uns many a fearful tale o’ them dark days.” /end id]
