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deirdre heard him, but as of yet the day had not come where she would grasp and cling to words to suppose at their meaning. his voice was different than those that she knew better, but that meant nothing, because she could understand very little about that matter. but he lost her attention altogether when her sisters soft voice overrode all else. deirdre said nothing, simply withered from the command and accepted it, an apologetic look gracing her dollish features. and then the other spoke again, and deirdre felt herself become smaller in lieu of that, looking demurely to the floor. he had guessed correctly, of course, and deirdre looked to her sister and breathed her in for comfort. she felt that his being here was alright, but the youth was tethered to where she lay, quite overwhelmed.

it was then that her eye caught sight of the gift he had brought. deirdre's eyes held it, and on her belly she dragged herself a mere inch in its direction before pausing, requesting of him without knowing it with soft and wanting eyes, growing rounder in circumference for the moment as she implored him with a sweet look. there was something about the tine he had brought that deirdre felt called to her old soul, something she wanted to investigate.