Sequoia Coast come back! even as a shadow, even as a dream.

she felt so weak, but yearned to be strong. strong like him, stalwart like him, certain and sure and powerful like him! as the spirits exhausted themselves, the pelting rain soon came to a drizzle, and in that drizzle deirdre tried to mimic his features. but it was a paltry guise--her pretty features remained soft and sweet and cherubic, and she could not set her jaw as he did, not when it trembled.

when she opened her mouth to speak, she found only a sob rose. she swallowed it whole, and realizing she did not wish for him to see her this way, feeling the hot flush of shame come upon her, she looked away from him. the drizzle did a fine job of disguising her lupine tears, though her distress was far from invisible.