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

last post from me!

deirdre was not sure what the other was saying, but even so she carved out the syllables said that formed shapes of things, though just the exoskeleton of it. the protective layer was true to its purpose, protecting the interior of the beastly vocabulary, but deirdre tried to dig in nonetheless. it was too early to be of any avail, but she was remembering the word, at least, by now. she knew she had heard the word 'snow' before, and 'cold', and 'deirdre', but the definitions were just out of her reach!

the babe went rigid as she was gently scruffed, giving to that instinct that enabled her reaction. before she could do much of anything, she was swept inside by whomever kept watch—a short thanks might have been given, though that was neither here nor there to the cub who understood nothing but heard everything—and swiftly coddled, brought back to a warm and stable state in no time at all! deirdre herself fell to an exhausted sleep, the one consequence of her fall being that she was so tired she could not even dream.