The Sentinels If you don't care for it

sorry sorry for the delay!

life was simply black for deirdre; there was no other shade, not even white, that she knew in her days of naivety. the answers truly were as simple as 'yes' or 'no' and to lie was not even a concept she was aware existed. if the other wished to be her friend, she must have meant it in earnest; the young witch knew no other way! the affection was accepted from the other as she moved to gnaw at the gift; with a harmless growl, the babe flopped to her side and tugged the like-sized thing toward her. only when osprey spoke again did she stop her assault on the long-eared critter, and she smiled upward at her newfound friend and happily introduced herself: deirdre! it was one of the few things she could pronounce to perfection, and her tail thudded against the earth in happy beats, shifting excitedly on her side now as though expecting some sort of praise for her success in it. deirdre expected no such thing, only wanting to please the other at all.