The Sentinels we travelled the wide oceans, heard many call your name

what r u trying to do to me ???????????????????????? *meltS* love lana love love and that song :')

the babe hadn't any idea of things such as age, such as true sadness, such as anything her father might find detrimental or put him in misery. thus far in this life she had only been exposed to happiness and love, and it was all she knew how to give. deirdre looked to the man—it had been the man, after all, to come inside—with a sweet and unending love, something without bounds or words or that ever needed context. it simply just was. and it always had been, for as long as she could remember! there might have never been a day when she was uncertain of him or the others that had held them daily in this burrow, because she herself did not remember it.

as he regarded her, she let out a delighted sound of utter happiness. the word he had spoken was a word for her, and for emaleth. it was a good word. she knew what it meant, even if he had not translated it. they would be fluent in the old tongue as they were in the tongue of the residents of this world they lived in, here. deirdre gave no pause or moments respite as she reared and hopped on her hind legs to cover athair in adoring kisses, the sort only ones littlest iníon could give. her little tail whipped wildly behind and unbalanced her, and she sought purchase on her fathers leg with paws disproportionate to the rest of her.