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

deirdre herself was unaware of her sisters feelings toward the thing that swirled away from them; the only thing she was possessive over was perhaps emaleth herself. while she was indignant to any others disappearing, her heart truly could not tolerate the idea that emaleth ever be out of reach. her sisters question was met with a nod, and a tiny wave of her tail. maybe... she whispered quietly, watching it move in a draft suddenly brought in, ...it wants us to follow? it was a peculiar feeling, the way that it danced away. it would drift closer, only to part from them again. 

it was maddening, and deirdre too was compelled to follow it; but she would let the discoverer decide, as deirdre felt that emaleth would know this thing best. the third born would follow her decisions—all of them—until the end of them both. they were both young, and yet all deirdre knew was her trust in her raven companion.it came to her without question, and no doubt would ever prevail over this.