The Sentinels and all the living creatures, look on with mortal fear

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although time had come and gone, the nightmares remained. deirdre was more reclusive than ever, keeping to the woods and returning home to sup quietly alongside her family. the youth, when not with tachyon, had fashioned a friend out of the breeze; she ran with it this day until it stopped, and she stood panting heavily. something dawned upon her, then; tachyon had come and visited her moreso than her brother, casmir, had. her heart worried at this, and a gentle wind traveled through the forest. if she had been told, her trauma had caused her to forget it; a clear tear fell upon her whisker as she looked to the sky and wondered what the purpose of this hurt was for. she missed her mother and her father terribly, but wednesday's mark ran deep beneath the surface where an ugly imprint lingered.