The Sentinels baby i... i wanna know, what you think, when you're alone

deirdre herself was in good spirits. 

she moved as a dancer might through donnelaith, singing the words her father spoke to her in her lilting tones, chanting encouragingly at the buds upon the trees. a familiar scent wafts in her direction, and the fairest deirdre feels excitement in her heart to share the news with her pretty, pale friend. it takes little time to find her, and she senses the mood--even still, her heart was too full with the good news, and she felt aria would be eager to know, too, of her crafts success! 

aria! she greeted warmly, her tail waving behind her. the ethereal youth smiled warmly to the other, and expressed jubilantly, have you seen? the green--it returns! i have asked for aid, and have been given it; we have been blessed, that the spirits favor us so, she moves nearer to the other, who looked as though her journey had been long. where did you go? why did you leave? she was inquisitive, and, after a beat, she withdrew apologetically. ...oh, would you like some rest? for as long as she could remember, deirdre had enjoyed aria, and had considered the elder a friend the moment eilidh had shown her favor.