The Sentinels this is the face i wear treading the riptide

deirdre adored the cubs of osprey. they were all that was right in the world; sweet, innocent little things that she loved the moment she was permitted to look upon them. she would become their mentor, if they wished it... but for now, she was content in simply sitting with them and loving them.

she moved toward the den, her plume waving behind her as she drew closer and closer. she offered relief to whoever loitered inside at present, though if it were either osprey or dante and they wished to stay she would not mind that either. upon being granted entrance, deirdre's gaze fell to terance, who looked quite funny with his tongue sticking out of his lips as it was.

she draws nearer to him with a smile, crooning a warm, silly boy, before bestowing a kiss to his brow, what is it you are doing, terance?