The Sentinels these ancient stones will tell us our love must make us strong

all welcome, to anyone permitted to see the babies and fam! hoping for an @Emaleth !!

more and more changed for her, some seen and some not. her eyesight grew more clear by the day, and her limbs were not so useless anymore. deirdre had hardly waddled anywhere to begin with except for when her sister could not be found and there was no milk within her reach. beyond that, her mouth had been hurting for days and days. she took to gumming the furs they slept on when her sister would not accept her mouthing advances. there was no question as to why, for those that knew of this teething stage. deirdre protested the pain and was rewarded with alternatives to whatever had been in her path beforehand.

the pain in her mouth had ended, at least. deirdre had her milkwhite smile to show for it, but then, deirdre had not yet smiled at all. deirdre was too busy fretting over that which could not be controlled to do much of anything else but sulk over it, and look confounded about the Next Strange Thing to be discovered. deirdre at least recognized three faces concretely: The Giver, The Bringer, and her beloved sister, who was a combination of the two in furs alone and so all the more loved for it. deirdre was unaware of her own color, and so never thought of it.

there was a time where she was not permitted to draw near the dens mouth. only once had she tried, and in being swept away and meeting a firm (but gentle) reprimand, deirdre did not try again. it was forbidden, and deirdre had no desire to disappoint or meet the upset she had (minimal though it was) that day. she did not mind discovering what lay in the den, though. and that was how she busied herself, discovering the place with those who might wander it with her (be it her dark sister, The Giver, or The Bringer). it was they who reassured her that all here was safe and good and alright.

the day her teeth ached no more was the day her mother and her father did not blockade the opening of their abode. they lingered thereabouts, but it seemed there was yet another change. deirdre herself stared at the light, and only tilted her head at it. doelike she lingered, before creeping backward rather than forward. instinctively, she sought emaleth without quite knowing she did.