In the Land of the Living Heart, Angus was playing ball.
The sphere of light span and soared in and around and about his aura, as he juggled, and laughed… like tiny bells, chiming.
Just then, the Dagda went by, frowning…
He stopped frowning when he saw Angus, “on my head, son!” he said.
With a flick of his fore-finger Angus propelled the sphere of light towards the Dagda who rose, majestically, through the air, and missed it.
The sphere splattered against the Rainbow Bridge, momentarily colouring the atmosphere…
Angus shrugged, “It’s not like we can ask for it back.”