The way Diarmuid's face lights up at the suggestion, one would think he had just been offered one of the things he wants the most. Well, maybe because in a way, he has. While he doesn't get to tell stories often, he loves it just as much as he loves hearing them.

"I would like to do that! Father has told me so many stories and taught me so many songs. I know I am little still, but I remember them all. Especially the ones about my hero! Those are my very favorites!" Diarmuid claps his hands together excitedly and gives September an expectant look, "Do you know someone who would like to hear my stories? Someone who would care enough to write them down?"