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

deirdre supped quietly; milk dribbled at the edges of her lips, though The Giver was quick to amend any mess she had made. the process had been exhausting for the tiny critter, who slumped onto emaleth in a heap of exhaustion. in that moment, The Giver shifted her only slightly so that she would be no disturbance to emaleth (but so that they still touched). deirdre settled, feeling the warm breath of her sister and returning it, her mind already floating to another place.