The Sentinels I looked up to the stars above, to find you once again

deirdre stood there, frozen. his reaction did nothing at all to supplicate her emotions, and unconsciously she mirrored nearly every move he made as she did so. only when he loomed nearer did the cub reel backward, and she heard her name emitted in a tender voice. confusedly she looked over her shoulder, not knowing what sort of inflection was used here but knowing it did not help her present mental state of—

as his nose touched her shoulder, she let out a girlish squeal of distress. at that, she seemed to have had enough, sprinting toward the other adult present. it must have been her mother, who tiredly looked on and stood half-in, half-out of the den while emaleth slept. the babe hid behind a stilt of a leg, thinking her hiding was exceptional when it was quite the opposite, all but her eyes visible to the other. she was under the impression that because she could not see the other, they could not see her.

now and then, she peeped out from beyond her mothers leg. her mother comforted her with a quick round of kisses, and by the time her mother had groomed her to a standard of perfection deirdre looked out again. still the other lingered in their prostrate manner, and this time she let her gaze linger. she dashed out from behind her mothers leg and scampered quickly toward the other and once she arrived to the halfway point, the cub seemed to think better of it, turn around, and move back toward her mother.

it was clear she wanted to go near, but the babe felt her shy spirit dance within her throat and keep her at bay.