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

deirdre did not struggle against his fatherly embrace, and as she rest against his chest one ear pressed against it, and she heard the drumbeat of his heart. here she stilled, the sound soothing and relaxing her. if she could never move from this place she would not be sad for it. it was the same with her mother. it was a sound she recognized intimately, a sound she had heard so many times before. his was different than her mothers, and so she sought to memorize the patterns of it, the way it beat, the lovely rhythm that sang of the glen.

they were both quiet, she nestled and warm upon him. her breathing lined up with the beating of his heart, and her lips curled upward in a sweet smile. even her own heart seemed to change its tune to drum steadily alongside his now, so that they would share yet another thing. she could not move; her attention was honed to the sounds within him, so much so that she was unaware that she existed outside of that realm and was not inside him herself. she very much so felt a part of that world, then.