Deoiridh Tuathanach

"Deoiridh Tuathanach" is an Extended Universe oneshot written on [IRL DATE].
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“Maaaaa!” The young girl called from the fields.
The woman looked up at her seven year old daughter and smiled.“Aye Deoiridh whit is it?” She answered.
“Da gave me the tatties to bring in!” She exclaimed excitedly, her fiery hair blowing behind her in the breeze as she held up the bucket full of spuds.
“Well bring ‘em 'ere so ah can wash 'em."She called back.
Deoiridh grinned and quickly rushed into the house and eagerly gave to her mother. "Look Ma! We grew so many!” Just as she was about to hand over the bucket her hand flew up to her head and let out a cry of pain as the potatoes spilt across the floor. Her mother instantly dropped the spoon she was using for the soup she was cooking and rushed over to her daughter.
“Deoiridh whit’s wrong love?” She said looking her over for any major injuries. She found none aside for the usual scrapes and bruises from playing outside, though she was starting to look paler.
“Muh heid hurts.” She complained.
“You are peely wally. Gaun lie doon, ah’ll come check on you in a bit.”
The girl nodded and went to her room and laid down as her mother began to pick up the potatoes from the floor and put them back in the bucket. Deoiridh soon fell asleep and her dreams were filled of dungeons and demons and battles and friends. Faces she’d never seen but were somehow familiar. Just like they did every night, ever since she could remember.
Meanwhile her mother looked out the window at their farm. It was the last of the harvest for the year. November was a little late to be harvesting potatoes but she’d take it. She always worried that one day Central would roll into their peaceful village and change everything. She’d heard reports of the Remnants continuing to opperate throughout Aidorin.
With the new year quickly approaching she hoped as always that it would be better than the year before. “Whit dooya 'ave in store fer us 1061?” She murmured before returning to her soup.
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