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her quiet avoidance of her father remained even still. she made an island of herself, and emaleth seemed to understand she needed this time to be alone as deirdre had never understood those moments in emaleth. it was only too convenient to leave as he arrived, and the only time she kept to the company of her almighty father and savior was when she slept. even her mother she avoided to some measure. casmir had gone, but for his likeness to father and mother she might have avoided him, too. she favored him in other ways, and loved him more than she understood, but her anxiety in being near him had yet to abate.

at present deirdre moved slowly toward the garden she and eilidh had made together, singing a song that had been sung as she went, off-beat and quiet but still sweet in her childsvoice. ceud soiridh soiridh bhuam na e hò hao oho, gu strath m'eòlais na hi ri rirì ò, she drew in a deep breath, continuing on, o-hi ò 's a-bho roho, e hò hao oho... a breeze stirred and the birds chirped along. with each word she felt renewed, and her emerald eyes seemed to smile when her lips as of yet did not. is chon na leitir bheag na e hò hao oho, she ducked beneath low-hanging shrubs, a verdant and lush green with new life; the buds shivered, and deirdre smiled, fine with the touch of nature but very little else, now. donnelaith thrilled her, protected her; she adored it, as it seemed to adore her. drawing in another breath, she prepared to continue the waulking song; but that very breath was expelled as she broke into the garden and noted that things had sprouted forth from it and all 'round it were flowers, a sweet pink and purple in color.