Horizon Ridge Black honey

deirdre was patient with the girl, not pressing her for more; from this, more came. yellow eyes, brown, scarred. large, too. that would be enough; any yellow-eyed man who was brown and scarred would now be stopped when deirdre came upon them.

as the babe looked around, deirdre did, too. her eyes caught the same thing as larkspur's did and she looked back to the girl who reminded her so much of a sunflower! even down to the tufts of red deirdre now spotted, that sometimes stained the petals of the flowers she saw, burnt from the sun. i saw something over there -- perhaps that direction, first? she invited, turning slowly. deirdre knew well not to make any sudden movements, as this had always caused her fear to renew itself when with others that she did not know and love. she gestured to her side, hoping the other would come there if she wished; she did not want the other to feel as though she were being left behind in the search, after all.