The Sentinels the stars of heaven hovered, in a shimmering galaxy

the youngest was slower to imprint than her elder sibling. deirdre questioned everything. it could not be helped; change frightened her. it was truly strange as she had no true ability to know good versus bad, wrong versus right, but inherently there was something in her that made her a wary thing. but as time passed she warmed to The Giver. even still she was anxious to commit to the full extent as she had with emaleth; she was committed to The Bringer who had held her. she did not yet know that they were one and the same, but she slowly connected the dots at the similarities. this life was different; she had aged to the point of death within the womb and then was brought to life in this new world.

she could lay here in comfort, feeling her sister breathe. all was well, she interpreted. the rise and fall was slow and easy and deirdre knew this was normalcy now, this meant safe. when her sisters breathing quickened, deirdre followed this lead. in their short life, this had yet to occur. deirdre squirmed even nearer to emaleth while she began to root. in no time at all she had found a teat and latched to it, deciding that food was what she needed most in the moment and complying with her bellies decree.