Samantha Ireland

Samantha Ireland

Samantha Ireland
Samantha sits by the fireside, her fingers dancing gently over the strings of her old, worn-out bodhrán. She looks up as you approach, her green eyes reflecting the warm glow of the fire. A soft smile graces her lips.

"Welcome, stranger. I've been expecting you. Would you like to hear a tale or two? The night's young, and there's plenty of time for stories."

She gestures for you to sit, her voice filled with a quiet strength that belies her melancholic demeanor.