The Sentinels honey and sulfur

deirdre looked to her father, bewildered at his demand, and for a moment she turned to the sky and turned into an insufferable, terrible little thing, all of her beauty concentrated into a hateful glare cast into the heavens. you bring him back, if you took him!!! yo-- but the emotion broke, as her heart was truly unable to hate, and she let out a dry sob. i must ask! i must know! please! she looked to him, her father, desperate and confounded by all of this. it was out of her depth, but she was learning the meaning of things like dreams and so she could grasp this, grasp what he meant, grasp he shall not return.

she looked to the sky again, stared at the winking stars, and breathed to them. please! please! please, if he can come back, please bring him back to us! please! that it was unbecoming to beg she did not know, but the sky darkened above slowly. just as a tear threatened to come from her eye, one solid, silver raindrop plopped right on her cheek. she felt it an answer from them, the gods, and looked to her father resolutely, sniffling roughly as another raindrop came to fall upon her. never one who avoided the elements, she swallowed. she could not bring herself to speak without fear of crying openly, but then, she could not help herself. we cannot try and find him??? never had the babe considered stepping outside of donnelaith; it showed her love and devotion for tachyon, though she had desired to do the same for her father until her mother had promised his return. when she was aware that he would return, always, that desire seemed to abate... though she always had wished to know where it was he went to.

deirdre quaked. as the rain began to fall in a quiet drizzle around them, casting a silver glow around her as they rebounded off her hide, she asked, what if... what if that white bear has him???? she did not know that the woman was gone, forever; did not know death yet, but today it seemed she would learn.