The Sentinels but hold the banner proudly, the truth will set us free

her eyes took a few moments to adjust, and when they did she found herself dazed. her sight was growing sharper by the day, and all around her were things deirdre had not ever seen before; what she saw reminded her of her brothers gift, how some things jut from its side like open arms, but it was greater than that, so much greater! deirdre gaped, marveling how the things went up, and up, and up, unwittingly moving nearer to the Otherworld. there seemed to be a moment where she noted this, and looked at her forelegs, her paws seeds planted into the snows soil.

the reaction of deirdre was wrong; she ought to withdraw, but she obeyed the instinct to get away in a different manner entirely. deirdre sprung forward, but the tumbledown snowfield collapsed where it was soft and fresh and she rolled, now covered in the powdery substance. she lay on her back at the end of it, not at all far from the den, and looked upward at a spruce bough hovering overhead, as though protecting her from further damage. safe, she felt. and yet the conflicting feeling of danger presented itself. in not knowing what to do, she remained quiet for a moment to see if that was the proper thing. the cold would effect her soon, but for now she simply lay there, curious. she had not even noticed the other in the distance.