Tuesday, 10 December 2013
* Dublin, Ireland *

The explorers were exhausted and had slept just beyond noon, leaving little ability for setting off on their journey towards Northern Ireland in search of Sir Thomas Oisin Leaf’s faerie star ring buried at Oisin’s grave. Holy wells, giant rings, stone circles, and magical spaces awaited them on their next trek in the footprints of the ancestors. Young Prince Cian was teething and not up to par as well as Lady Etain, so rest and recovery were in the cards for them this day. They packed up to be ready to head out tomorrow on their next leg of the journey, but this Tuesday, catching up with reading their books, Sir Thomas Leaf writing in his journal, and watching their favorite shows.

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Tuesday, 10 December 2013
* Dublin, Ireland *

We were exhausted and had slept just beyond noon, leaving little ability for setting off on our journey towards Northern Ireland in search of my ring I buried at Oisin’s grave. Holy wells, giant rings, stone circles, and magical spaces awaited us on our next trek in the footprints of the ancestors. Cian was teething and not up to par as well as Etain, so rest and recovery were in the cards for us this day. We packed up to be ready to head out tomorrow on our next leg of the journey, but this Tuesday, catching up with reading our books, me writing in my journal, and watching our favorite shows was the agenda.