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deirdre watched her sisters approach with wary eyes. it seemed she had inherited something that cautioned her to do this, because while she herself had never a terrible experience—in fact, she could only ever remember warmth and love and happiness—she still felt was distrustful of others that were not what she had seen time and time again. her trust was earned, and in these days it did not take too long to do so. he did things she was familiar with, after all; like her mother would sometimes do, or her father, he brought something from the Otherworld. deirdre immersed herself in these things without question; she trusted that place, without entering it, because the pieces of it sang a song of summoning that was sweet and lovely. deirdre was enchanted, but it was a song she ignored because she felt that she must. the two that guarded their domicile were once strict in their prohibitance, and although that had changed as all things seemed to, deirdre held fast to remembering that as it seemed prudent that she do so. 

so she had come to the conclusion that going to the Otherworld was not a good thing, though the Otherworld did not bring to them bad things. she felt the fallacy in that moment, and looked toward the place he had come...

but her brothers speaking distracted her. she looked to him, who looked upon her sister, and remained where she was, not knowing quite what she wanted. her love, when given, was without filter and limitless, but she had not yet opened the door to him yet. deirdre was watchful, only, after he had not regarded her look, her question, and emaleth set upon her desired object. well! deirdre puffed with youthful indignation, and moved toward the antler clumsily. once she was before it, she gingerly reached forward to inhale it, her eyes surveying what she could make of the mystery item. her own nose functioned not quite so well as those with the mature sense of smell, but she caught a whiff of the world again, and her tongue swiped against the spot she sniffed.