The Sentinels honey and sulfur

for a child, love was quite simple. all encompassing. constant. lasher attempted to live his life in much the same way, but the purity of deirdre's affections were long lost to him. still, he took solace in the largesse of her heart, and kissed her downy forehead. so much she felt! and he could not share in her burden, nor shoulder it for her -- he could not take from her the pain of losing, only guide her steps so that she was better prepared to deal with it in times to come. loss was a part of existence -- but o! the druid wished he could shield her from it all, veil his little witches from the clutching painful tendrils of life's darker whims.