The Sentinels the breeze it wrapped around me, as I stood there on the shore

his own emotion had affected her; the servant grew at once apologetic, and swept the yawning deirdre into his arms with a murmur of contrition. his mood sparked her own; when he churned with inward chaos, she had grown cold and withdrawn, and when he basked in the sunshine of her joy, she had become radiant. he must learn to master himself around his daughters, who had both already proven themselves to be more self-aware at a younger age than his previous brood. 

kissing her downy head, taltos held the white witch close to his bosom, that she might hear the cadence of his heart and feel herself calm in his embrace. calm, comforted. sated by the lack of commotion in his soul.