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

fade this one?

 

when emaleth decided this Otherworld was not suitable to her, deirdre found herself thankful. the pale waif knew she herself had no wish to enter that realm. the babe prepared to follow but could not help one last look into the strange world. there was no sign of life out there, none at all! it looked so desolate and abandoned; at the moment she thought this, the wind whipped inward and at the moment it would have lashed her face it only caressed her brow. deirdre turned and tramped toward her sister, finding the cold touch unsettling.

the littlest witch moved toward one of the two beings within their home that offered warmth and food alike. she sought the former, and pushed herself against them without looking at how their furs meshed, missing completely that she was any different from them; she thought that they were all the same, one family that were each dipped in a bowl of ink and pressed upon the page. a little nap was what she wished for then, and she watched her sister with eyes that were suddenly heavy. even her head felt heavy, and she felt it drift downward, onto her paws.