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

deirdre felt giddy with her sisters agreeing, and let her sister go ahead. deirdre bumbled after, tail whiplike behind her as she trailed emaleth, watching, observing. she giggled as her sister swatted at it, because the furry whisp was perpetually out of reach, a tease if ever there was one! so close, yet so far! deirdre at last grew tantalized enough to join; she wanted no possession of it, only to assist, to give it to her sister if she could! 

the babe bounced forward. the wind she herself had created in it caused the thing to move in a hurricane spin before it landed right atop her inky nose. the warmth of success crept upon her, that she had helped her sister!, when suddenly deirdre sneezed the thing away in a breath, and the dance begun again.