The Sentinels hide your kids

:')

deirdre had been sleeping in the den, curled up near her mother and her sister. her mother moving caused her to stir, and she blinked tiredly at her sister. a howl fully wakened her, and though she did not yet know the meaning of it or the apparent danger that had come past donnelaith's doorstep, the child responded with her own howl, the inclination to do so too strong. she always had loved to sing, and presumed that their fathers song was for she and emaleth both, and mother, too! mama, mama, mama! she bounded toward the inkjet woman, but was prohibited from going too near to where the woman stood. deirdre looked to emaleth in confusion, not able to process what was the matter. in their babble, which for a short time longer deirdre would be able to lapse into, she asked, did i... do something?

and then eilidh had come to them! she, too, stood out on the edge, and deirdre fell quiet in her confoundment.