The Sentinels go síoraí

deirdre moved throughout the forest, beauty and grace and worry. she had not seen constantine, but knew he had traveled with rowan for her safekeeping. she did not begrudge him for aria's choice and his obedience to her foolish, selfish whim, but deirdre certainly thought plenty upon the topic. the scent of him upon the wind quickened her pace, and she weaved expertly through donnelaith as the forest whispered to her. in her mouth was a creature that had been well beyond saving for him to sup on, if he hungered.

she came upon him, sensing his exhaustion. the topic would not be one she would thrust upon him after his long journey; she swept to his side and surveyed his figure to be sure that nothing had happened to him when he had journeyed far from home. the mayfair child sensed that now was not yet the time for speaking, and instead offered her shoulder for him to lean upon. she tossed the long-eared rabbit toward his feet and within his reach, her tail waving loosely behind her. deirdre was always happy to see him, and was glad for his swift return. if only he had not needed to leave at all! if only there had been no reason for it. her heart twisted, and the girl was no stoic; it showed, and she looked briefly to the thing she had hunted for him.