The Selkie wrote:
Celina Scian of the Tribe of Fermanagh.
It was indeed sweet and it had custard, but it filled the stomach - that was good, the pastry itself tasted alright. Charlie's rather loud way of eating did not bother me in the slightest.
Then the teacher in some sort of costume made...
...but I had a question of my own.
I raised my hand and, without being asked to speak, I replied: "Excuse me, Miss, but as you might be able to notice, the majority of us are not from this country, so you might want to start with telling us, what this Great Revolt was and, more importantly, why we should give a damn."
Leaning back, I brought my pen to paper and looked at the woman expectantly, challenging, as if to say Well, teacher?.
Also, she hadn't introduced herself.
Kieran Sloroimh of the Tribe of Louth.
A few minutes before that, I had grinned at Alcott's reply - truth being told, my Uncle had only taken me into the cockpit with the strict promise to not touch anything that blinked.
Or anthing else.
I took my seat next to him and waited for the lesson's content which seemed to be about some revolt or the other... and I had tuned out.
“Astaghfirallah!” Hussaina said, upset at the usage of cussing. “As for why you should care, it is the reason the munafiq Ottomans finally fell, and the start of what would soon be the stealing of the land of Palestine in the name of a ‘Jewish state’.” She then went on a tangent rant about the evils of Zionism, and proclaimed one day Palestine would free itself.