The Sentinels toiveikas

deirdre moved throughout the forest, singing the trees to slumber the song that her father had sang to her when she was but a cub.

Lavender ar glas, Dilly, Dilly, labhandair gorm
     má tá tú grá dom, Dilly, Dilly, beidh mé grá agat.
     Lig do na héin ag canadh, Dilly, Dilly, Agus na huain spraoi
     Beidh orainn a bheith sábháilte, Dilly, Dilly, as dochar ar bhealach

her voice filled the forest as she navigated slowly throughout it, pretty and sweet and bewitching as she sang! deirdre need not keep her eyes open, and so walked with her eyes closed as she felt rather than saw. the trees seemed to sigh in unison as her song came to a pause, a breeze ruffling the leaves gently. a trilling laugh came from her before her eyes fell upon the great soturi man, and caught by surprise she emitted a small, oh!