The Sentinels black widow baby

she heard his call, and moved toward it at a steady clip. after the remembrance ceremony, deirdre felt her own psyche restored. even so, there was a somberness to her now that had not been removed brought on by death and loss. deirdre was a dreamer, but she was no fool. the spirits ensured this, and so had her fathers teachings. upon arriving she noted the sight of constantine, and slid alongside him as she approached casmir. her emerald eyes were filled with love and a sadness that could break ones heart, and deirdre did not stop as she moved--she hoped to swiftly embrace the brother she missed fiercely, and to hold him. to his eyes deirdre would look to be a woman grown and perhaps he would no longer recognize her, but this was not accounted for or thought of; for deirdre had not forgotten his face that had hardly changed but for the melancholy things written upon it. the ambrosial beauty stopped mere inches from him, realizing, now, that she was as tall as he was and no longer peered upward like she had the last time he had been here. it was strange, that realization, but before long deirdre rushed to embrace him, uttering a plaintitive: casmir, as she did. you are home.