twenty-nine. It was so very annoying when children couldn't get along.
Such a feeling would be later expressed when she knew what Medb and Galahad were up to, her sympathy strongly going toward her niece Gwynevere then, but this such feeling rose up as she witnessed one of her acquaintances children bickering in not-so-hushed tones in one hall of her home.
She had resorted to clearly her throat and found, to her displeasure, that they couldn't even muster up the shame to look horrified at being caught. What was with young people? What had happened to any sense of propriety? She had seen cats behave with more embarrassment when caught doing something wrong. Removing those thoughts from herself for the moment, she coolly ordered them to take their problems outside of her home, which they did with minimal complaint.
At least her family knew how to behave in any circumstance. Perhaps it was all about blood. Even if one of her sons nibbled on people.