The Sentinels from the other side

the other had heard her, and though she had taken care to be quiet it seemed her own foot had slipped. she was no expert stalker, though knew how to keep out of sight. she did prefer to keep to the shadows, but emaleth was best in them, with her dark furs a perfect pitch to melt away into them. the white babe was the moonlight to her sisters dark night sky, and she can only hide well behind her sisters offered cloud-cover, or when the shadows bent to darken even her at the right hour. when spoken to, deirdre tilted her head. i am not your shadow, she responds in earnest, thinking that somehow andromeda had made the mistake in thinking somehow she truly was. deirdre was learning now the differences between literal and hypothetical, and metaphors and similes, but sometimes she still made errors and grew confused. i came to say... what was it, that aria had said? that her father, too, had said many a time? welcome to donnelaith. i am deirdre, she paused a beat, thinking of aria again. deirdre mayfair.