It seems the only attention I draw is from my playmate, Caoimhe. I hold out my cuaich excitedly, showing her that I have been given another helping! "Cider this time," I say before quaffing down the sweet libation. "Have you met my new friend Ciaran, yet?" Caoimhe asks, pulling forward a taller boy. His clothes look very expensive, and he smells funny. "You are twin to the fearsome battle maiden?" he asks, with his chest puffed out. "And what are your skills, pray tell?" I puff out my chest too and try to imitate his accent. "No, I do not pray tell. But I do like hurling." This is a lie. I didn't even know the game existed before today. "And I am also very talented in horsemanship, leaping, running, hiding, and pretending to be dead." The boy called Ciaran does not look impressed yet. He merely raises an eyebrow. "Also I can talk to birds and hear stones whisper stories from the past. Once I made a pie from dirt. My house is on the water. This is my second cup of juice tonight. It's late, and I'm still up." I give a wide-eyed grin at this last bit, the most impressive item on my grand résumé. "What are you good at, Ciaran?"