The Sentinels the birth of venus

deirdre nodded to tansea. not all that would come to pass had yet, and soon she would understand intimately what it was tansea spoke of. as it stood, at present none had trespassed against her fathers wishes, and all was well and peaceful within donnelaith--as it should be and as she aspired to keep it. but his absence, the physical absence, was one she identified with and felt keenly. it was a pain she would never grow used to.

we share the same thoughts, she hummed with a warm smile, and went on, my father lives on. his spirit is one with the winds you feel that the trees speak with, her tail waved, hopeful that perhaps shes had found another druid, another being that communed with the Otherworld.