Portalocity Office, Fandom Branch, 13 Griffin Street Friday
Of everyone who worked at Portalocity, Trick only knew Dugal. But he couldn't read the missive that the main office had sent out without getting a small lump in his throat. He'd seen enough doomed, heroic charges to know one when he saw one.
"Síocháin Deep na tonnta ag rith a thabhairt duit.
Síocháin Deep an aeir ag sileadh a thabhairt duit.
Síocháin Deep an domhain ciúin a thabhairt duit.
Síocháin Deep de na réaltaí ag taitneamh a thabhairt duit.
Síocháin Deep na síochána gan teorainn a thabhairt duit."
The ancient Gaelic prayer rose to his lips before he knew it and he set out decanters of fine Irish whiskey in their honor.
And also to help him get through the day when people heard that portals would be closed after tomorrow, but mostly for them.
Flipping the sign to 'open,' Trick waited for his first customers.
"Síocháin Deep na tonnta ag rith a thabhairt duit.
Síocháin Deep an aeir ag sileadh a thabhairt duit.
Síocháin Deep an domhain ciúin a thabhairt duit.
Síocháin Deep de na réaltaí ag taitneamh a thabhairt duit.
Síocháin Deep na síochána gan teorainn a thabhairt duit."
The ancient Gaelic prayer rose to his lips before he knew it and he set out decanters of fine Irish whiskey in their honor.
And also to help him get through the day when people heard that portals would be closed after tomorrow, but mostly for them.
Flipping the sign to 'open,' Trick waited for his first customers.