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The Return of Ulf ó Flannagáin
Posted March 17, 2010
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Previously: When
Irish Eyes Are *Smirking*
Ulf ó Flannagáin: **pats hands** There! Tha’s a good job o’ hidin’ tha’
gold. See if any o’ th’
Big Folk think for ta look there *chuckle* –
**stiffens** Wha’? – Who be tha’
over there? D’ye think she
saw annythin’?
Ulf ó Flannagáin: Here now, lass – don’ ye be spyin’ on me! What
did ye see then, ye sneakin’ hussy?
Arsinoë: Presently, I see you, little man; otherwise, I was deep in my own
thoughts. And who might you be?
Ulf ó Flannagáin: I be Ulf ó Flannagáin, I am, a leprechaun an’
proud o’ it! Ha’ent ye ever heard o’ the Wee Folk,
then, lass?
Arsinoë: Ah – I’d heard stories, but never the pleasure of seeing one with mine
own eyes. You are a charming example of your kind, I must say –
Ulf ó Flannagáin: Ah, lass, ye don’ know th’ half o’it… say, I’m thinkin’ ye’d make me a fine wife – what d’ye
say, hm, er, wot is your name, then?
Arsinoë: I am called Arsinoë… hmmmm,
that is a splendid offer, Ulf ó Flannagáin, that it
is –
Arsinoë: Though I see you know nothing of vampires,
which I shall gladly teach you, starting with a little sip **shows teeth** –
Ulf ó Flannagáin: AHHHH! No, no, NO! Not b’fore th’ weddin’
night! –
Doileag Uí
Flannagáin: Here now, back, BACK,
ye She-Devil! Leave me son alone, an’ sheath them daggers what are yer teeth. By th’ Sign o’ the
Cross, back! **brandishes rosary**
Ulf ó Flannagáin: Ma! Don’ hurt me future bride, an’ embarrass me into th’ bargain –
Doileag Uí
Flannagáin: Hush, ye little
donkey! Ye’ll not be marryin’
this monster, nor any other lass –
Arsinoë: A pity you won’t be my mother-in-law –
Arsinoë: – but thank you for finding this – I misplaced it long ago **takes
rosary** –
Doileag Uí
Flannagáin: Wha’
– God’s own has no effect on ye! How can this be? What makes ye
so strong?
Arsinoë: I see you believe that old chestnut, that vampires cannot endure crosses
and the like. I am here to prove to you it is all nonsense, as you can see. And
since this is one I owned long ago, as thanks for bringing it to me, I shall
spare both your lives. None of your blood shall I take; besides, the quantity
produced between both of you would hardly wet my tongue.
Ulf ó Flannagáin: See, Ma, she be a kind lass, don’ ye think?
Doileag Uí
Flannagáin: *grumble*…
Doileag Uí
Flannagáin: It be time we takin’ our leave o’ this while we can, me idiot son
*grumble-grumble*. Come along, an’stop yer dallyin’! **yanks ear**
Ulf ó Flannagáin: OW, owwwowow, Maaaaa!
Tha’ hurts, tha’ does –
Doileag Uí
Flannagáin: Eh, not so much as
her fangs woulda done, ye little nitwit –
Arsinoë: Considering my skill, it wouldn’t have hurt at all *chuckle*… hmmmm… I’d forgotten just how lovely this is… **humming**
And here’s a little postproduction outtake…
Ulf ó Flannagáin: Ma, when will ye stop sittin’ on me, then?
Doileag Uí
Flannagáin: I were goin’ to say, when ye see sense, but then I realized I’d be
here the REST o’ me life!
Arsinoë: You two are the noisiest little creatures… give it a rest.
Ulf
and Momma are SO lucky Arsinoë didn’t put the bite on
them.
Shoe
shopping has its ups and downs, as we see in the next story –
Putting
a best foot forward – if there IS one!
