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deirdre continued to gob at the object, the experience wondrous and mind-numbingly grand. she and her sister were mirrors to one another in a different color-scheme, but in this antler gnawing world she was perfectly unaware of this. deirdre drew ever nearer to the antler 'til her tiny chest pressed against it. she did not even notice the dark cloud that loomed overhead until the very moment it touched her face quite gently. the shock of it caused her to squall and withdraw, head whipping around confusedly. her trance-like state had been ripped away from her, though she hadn't any idea she was in that sort of state at all. her eyes turned toward her brother, and she tilted her head to peer upward at him. there was plenty of interest there, but her shyness triumphed as she settled for observing.