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

deirdre watched aria and tilted her head. while she did not wish to detract from the story at all, she was quite thoughtful. well, i would be married with you, and have children with you, she said, her tail waving. 'twas the innocence of a child speaking, but was also the honesty of one. she hadn't the slightest idea of how children were made; it was a magick yet undiscovered by her! she would say the same of lucani, of osprey! inherently, she did not feel such a way of any of her relatives. she squinted, though not casmir. lucani! and osprey! two more women she loved mentioned off the top of her head. and tachyon! a man she loved dearly. and yet there was a distinction; she did not think of constantine, or eilidh, when humoring children--not that she knew very much at all. after a beat, she added, renoir, perhaps! he tells me that he loves me, that i am his stars. her tail thumped against the earth and she beamed at aria, not realizing the inappropriateness, perhaps, of renoirs affection.