[Grainne clears her throat and stands up walking a ways away as if she were about to recite something, which wasn't too far off the mark really.

To add to the flavor, she shifts into her Caster dress, minus the cloak and veil.

It had been a long time since Grainne had even heard the story in her first life, so she isn't too sure how well she would do here at remembering the details.]

A long time ago, when our forefathers were barely a gleam in the eye of their fathers, there was a mighty king named Conchobar, of Ulster. Some said he ruled with a fair hand, others said a just hand, some said he was arrogant, or greedy, or many numbers of things. It depended on who you ask.

At the same time, there was a babe born, a sweet little girl as fair as the sun rise. A prophecy came about that this babe would grow up to be the most... most beautiful girl in the kingdom.

[Grainne's voice cracks a little, but she clears her throat as if to cover it.]

Conchobar said, if she is to be the most beautiful, then it is only natural she would be my wife. And he sent her to live with a caretaker, so that none may see her beauty before it was time and want them for themselves, and she would live there until she came of age.

[She pauses to gauge Linda's reaction.]