The Sentinels i would die for her, i would kill for her; either way, what bliss

she tilted her head as she thought of owl, who had been something of a mentor. she could talk to her father of her late friends, and of the things they could do with her. but deirdre would not, could not. they were lost. she was not yet ready to talk of the things that made her hurt.

you are rife with knowledge, she echoed him, her eyes falling upon him, i know it! deirdre lent upon his leg and looked up at him, imploring him for a taste of his minds nectar. behind his murkwater gaze, deirdre sensed so much, and she wished that he would only just share what he could with her.