The Sentinels If you don't care for it

she was watchful of the other before her, flinching minuetly at the sudden movement but warming to it soon enough. while the cub had not yet been taught of hierarchy and would not be able to understand it or the implications behind gestures except for in play, she felt comforted by the gesture she had seen done by many others. its meaning was beyond her grasp, but put a feeling of normalcy to the cherubic beauty. there seemed to be a foretelling that she would bear loveliness even in the grips of the awkward phase to come, but she herself had never thought for a moment about appearance. it was ever unimportant to her, who would love a spider for its many eyes as she would love a fly for its interesting whiskers.

the question asked gave her pause; deirdre had not known it, but she had taken another step toward osprey, though only a quarter of her was exposed. into the shadows she once more went as she thought on an answer, but it hardly needed any real thought. her shyness made her resistant, but her heart lent her the courage to at least whisper a, ...ah... f-hink so, from the curtain of darkness. you wan? you wan be fend?