The Sentinels of all the human misery, and all the waste of life

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Blue heard the soft query and lifted her own self to heed it's call. She hadn't realized that she had slept so soundly, but she had. MOving around she made it to Deirdre and chuffed gently to her daughter. Are you okay little one? She wanted to embrace her, lick her face, but she wasn't sure if the child was yet awake. She did not wish to frighten her more if she was perhaps in the throes of a wakeful sleepiness. So Blue waited, studying the fragile creature in front of her. The way her body was not yet unproportioned but it would be, but she also saw glimpses of what her daughters would be, of their beauty and their strength. It hurt her in a way to think of them growing to large to need her, perhaps to even want her around, but it would not change her mothers love.