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

it was only when his heartbeat stuttered with the sob that deirdre felt any unrest at all, and she slid forward to look at his face. his eyes were tightly closed, and deirdre—still unable to utilize tone—murmured softly, sadly, athair, as though she knew precisely what he was thinking. her blue eyes were piercing in their seeming omniscience, but as it were she did not know what was in his heart of hearts—that he then thought of constantine, and that the twin of casmir was not with him caused his heart to ache. if she did know it, she might curse the missing brother then for his lack of regard for the man she loved the most! athair, she repeated again, her voice sweet and warm. her voice was honeyed, sticky sweet, but not quite so thick as the golden substance. she moved to lick his nose, her eyes scanning his closed ones.