The Sentinels wayward son

not casmir, he said. and she knew it, because he did not dote on her as casmir once had. his voice, too, was somehow different. deirdre reeled backward, ears flat atop her crown and face colored with the confoundedness that overtook her. eilidh explained, and deirdre was fearless no more as she drew beneath eilidh. such a task proved difficult for the girl who was growing taller, but she still fit, for now, beneath eilidh like a bucket placed in its shelf. aria, too, arrived and looked confused and then disappointed. deirdre felt that disappointment tickle her heart with a feather, but her confusion overrode all other things.

constantine. she had heard of him; that he was out in the world, experiencing it, adventuring. constantine? brother. at the mere mention of emaleth, the cub felt warm, but still confusion lingered! how does he look just like casmir? came her heartfelt inquiry, and then, she glanced up at eilidh. having never seen her own reflection before, she pondered, do i look just like emaleth?