Irish Name Romane & Geschichten

She continued and she wiped my tears and hugged me again. “What happened to your past is already a past… please don’t live with it” She begged but I couldn't promise her about it. The pain still lingers as I remember everything now and it is more painful than before. “Irish,” My mom called me by a name that is not my name. That makes me suddenly irritated “I am not Irish,” I said in an irritated voice. She looked at me without a clue because I am Irish now.

Vine asked, turning to look at me. “It isn’t important…” Cirdan answered and as he tried moving forward Vane was already by the gate. Cirdan sighed. They will not let us pass. “Her name is Iristendale. Heir to both the folks and light fae race.” Cirdan said reluctantly. I looked up to Vine face, he was looking at me with unfiltered surprise. He was genuinely shocked at the news. “Slap me sideways and call me Vine.” Vane breathed out.

Brigit said, before turning to discuss something with Morrigan. My mind turned inward, ‘Stella? You have brothers?’ ‘Goibniu (pronounced GUV new) and Creidhne (pronounced CRANE ya)! They are craftsmen of the Tuatha Dé Danann (pronounced TWO ah hah day DAN an). Let me take over. I will lead us to their forges.’

Erik was following behind her carrying their plates. “Oh can I please come?” Mom asked excitedly but apprehensively. “Of course you will Lil as well as Oliver and future Luna Sophie.” Ireland responded by casting her eyes down at the mention of Sophie. “Thank you Alpha Ireland that is very kind of you.” “Sophie, if you're important to Oliver you will be important to my children as well please call me Ireland.” “Any names in mind?” I couldn’t help but ask in an attempt to change the topic. “Well if it is a boy I thought Zander Kenneth it that is okay with you and Lil”

So even if she met his brothers the lad would appear more his than Dair’s. “Why is it the boy has yer name if he is really yer brother’s lad?” Gair clenched his jaw then relaxed it and tried to speak with patience in his voice. He wished he had not agreed with James to leave her calling him Alasdair until the emissary was well on his way back to London. “I told ye in the night, mo bhean. My brothers and I all have the same name. Griogair Padraig Alasdair MacInnins.”

Ashley whispered in the newlywed mother’s ear as Lauren placed the wrapped baby in Irish’s arms, calming the baby down. "Thank you," Irish cried, looking up at all the mothers, who smiled at her. "You’re welcome, sweety; you did great," Lauren said as her smile widened, watching as Ashley basically fell in love with the baby. "What are you going to name her?" Ashley asked, earning a smile from Irish. "I was thinking maybe Leilani Ashley Pierce," Irish said, earning a gasp as Ashley smiled, sniffling before she hugged Irish. "That’s beautiful; thank you, Irish."

I said. He looked at me with the expression he used when I did something that was slightly outside my designated role and he approved of it anyway. "Room six is ready," he said. --- Her name was Iris. She told me in the specific way teenagers told adults things they were not sure would be received well, quickly and looking at the wall rather than the person. "Iris," I said. "Good name." She looked at me then. Suspicious of the approval. "My mum named me," she said. "She said it was for the flower and the goddess simultaneously because she liked getting two things for the price of one."

I nod and trace the chubby baby cheek with my finger again. I remember all of my family having “H” names, and wonder if I should continue the tradition. Goddess I wish I could be sharing this moment with my parents, with my family. We’ve all been robbed of so damn much. *Names… hmmm,* Hope says, trying to reign me back in. Mirren had given me a book of “Irish” baby names which wasn’t actually a terrible gift. I did look over it. “Are you a Hannah,” I coo, bringing her to my nose so I can snuggle her again. Hope makes a face in my mind and shakes her head.

"A fine name indeed." "Hey what's the Gaelic word for fire?" she asked, watching a wisp of smoke unfurl from the young one's snout. "Aodh." "Is there anything you don't know?" "Maybe. Shamira grinned. "Aodh and Jörmungandr ," she said again. At least she'd finally gotten around to naming them.