The Sentinels To the lepers in your head

where are they? deirdre asked, perhaps they will tell me! she looked 'round the forest behind osprey, pulling herself out of her hovel by a mere inch with simply her forelegs. and next was the elaboration on treasures. deirdre let out a small giggle, moving to kiss the chin of her elder warmly. you are a treasure to me, osprey! and father, and mother, and my brother, and sister! ah, and the trees! my flowers! so many treasures, she had! she was rich!

the question asked was met with a wave of her tail. oh, it is lovely in there, osprey! roots are everywhere. it is small, and warm, and you can feel the life it brings this tree. it is wonderful, she whispered, turning and looking to it. the roots would likely be uncomfortable for someone growing as osprey was, or someone even of osprey's stature, but deirdre was unaware that not all shared her conformation.