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

deirdre tilted her head at the womans words, and nodded. reincarnation was something she knew of. some souls were granted this, but spirits were simply spirits. they had no identity, although some did truly wish for life! they could manipulate weather when it pleased them, among other little tricks such as this, though they could only exert themselves for so long. these things had been told to her, and even witnessed by her, and so this had become her belief in turn, solidified by the things she had seen, felt. for her adoration of them, she was greatly in their favor--and they, hers!

she looked bemusedly at aria, tilting her head. it has never died--not truly. even in winter, the forest lives still! it only slept for a time. those things that had come were a curse, she breathed, though her tone was not once unkindly. it has begun its awakening. my father taught me the way, and as she looked to the shoots of grass breaking free from their soil, she felt in her soul she had done well! looking around her, she felt her magick here. 

deirdre was surprised by arias words. it had not once occurred to deirdre to leave donnelaith, a place that even when stripped to its bare bones was a haven to her. deirdre did not know aria had explored for the whole of the packs relocation, and her confoundment would be discovered as she queried: you are not leaving, are you? and equally, she betrayed her fondness for aria, her tones more than a little sad. she went on, pressed: what was it that you found?