Feeling a blush growing on her cheeks, Lucia turned her head to look at the road in front of her. "W-Well, I was talking to my mum. We buried her up in the highlands near Dundalk, on a cliff over-looking the ocean. She would go up there as a girl and sit for hours."
Rubbing her neck nervously, she continued after a moment. "The wind didn't actually speak... it sang. A song in Gaelic that my mother used to sing around the house." Dropping her hand to look Lorcan in the eye, Lucia felt her blush deepen as she tried to explain. "I know this sounds ridiculous, but I swear it's true! There was no one near me; I checked everywhere."