The Sentinels wayward son

the small babe bounded around the forest, delighted by a grouping of butterflies that flit around her. her lightweight but growing frame meant she scarcely disturbed the insects, and she was sure to avoid moving near any place she thought they might be underfoot. it had been quite on accident that she had roused them to begin with; after inhaling a particularly pollenated plant, a hearty sneeze had roused what she had thought to be a blooming bush. the colors upon it had been beautiful, but it was near-bare by the time the butterflies escaped what they saw as danger. deirdre herself thought that they desired simply to play with her, and she laughed among them until she saw the lean legs of her sister passing in the distance.

deirdre, partial to eilidh and adoring of her eldest sister, bid the butterflies adieu before gallivanting after her. perhaps they could work more on their garden! what was next to do? what could they bring to tachyon to help him? she was slower than her long-legged sister, as her limbs were not yet grown yet themselves. the ethereal child danced through the wood, seeking to surprise her sister. donnelaith sheltered her, its boughs eager to play the game in the way they bent o'er her frame! and then, her sister had stopped—her pricked ears heard the silence!—and...

she slunk through, and burst from the brush with a triumphant eilidh! did i surprise— her head swung upon seeing another standing there, and her mouth parted open in mild awe at seeing the familiar face there. deirdre had missed her sisters name for him, having spoken the moment eilidh had, and a radiant smile blossomed across her face as she raced toward the wolf she thought was casmir. casmir! your ear growed back! in her excitement, her vocabulary was muddled into an error made mostly in her youth, but her tail waved excitedly behind her as she dove to snuggle into him.