The Sentinels you call me lavender, you call me sunshine

overdue for @Eilidh for our trade!

deirdre wandered throughout the forest, basking in the rays of light that penetrated the cover donnelaith lent them. moving through the redwood quietly, she was given pause when she heard a soft thunk and a shrill tweet. her course was diverted at once, her movements once aimless but swiftly becoming driven. and when she saw a bird injured at the base of a tree, her heart tore and her face fell. not experienced in this, but wanting to help the poor creature, deirdre sent up a call for her sister, @Eilidh, who would surely know what to do to help the animal. some might think of hunting it, but deirdre could not, so sweet the critter looked! its wing was bent, though she was not yet sure if it was broken. she fell to her belly and began to crawl near the harmed thing, and it looked to her with an ample amount of fear. but in its shock from the fall, it could not steal away from her in that moment.