The Sentinels the moonlight it was dancing, on the waves, out on the sea

you don't suck at all! not even a lil bit

deirdre loved this being that had always surrounded her—for that was what she remembered in the moment—and moved further into her warm embrace, soundless but for her contented breathing. it was this one she recognized as The Source, inherently; she shared with the woman everything, and had felt all things with her from within. her mothers emotions had been her own, experiencing every great happiness or disappointing sadness. when her mother wandered alone to woods of donnelaith, it was not so, because deirdre—with emaleth—had been within her, seeing in brief flashes what blue willow did, and loving it greatly. and if blue willow had missed her husband, so too did she! every longing, every hope, every thing was known to them in this world they inhabited, understanding yet not. growing and loving even more, just as she would do in this life. deirdre's devotion was limitless to The Source, incomprehensible in its massive reach. she expressed it in her quiet complacency or her shrill cries of hunger. she knew much, but love she knew intimately, and would give it freely for all the love she had been given in this life.