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

deirdre turned her head and looked to her mother, The Source, when she moved. for a moment deirdre was distracted from her task; she was quite eager to bask in her mothers attention, and give her own in turn. deirdre would never in her life tire of her mother, and her heart would always have need of the woman regardless of whether she was old or young. she crawled on her belly toward the woman, her tail waving whiplike behind her as she whimpered excitedly when her mother spoke in her lovely cadence. she was tired, having just woken, but now that she knew mother was awake, as well, she sought her total regard.