The Sentinels toiveikas

deirdre had ceased her steps, noting the reverent look that befell the creature before her. the druid smiled humbly, cheeks warm. yes, she spoke, i sing to the flowers, and the trees, she had never sang to any other before but for her father, and emaleth had heard her songs, too! the encouraging wave of his tail was not missed by her, but when it came to singing deirdre was truly timid. do you sing? she inquiried, not wishing to pry--but he seemed so enthused!