Coconut Grove little talks

coconut grove called to her. here was a place where many a time she had been sent to heal by dreams, but on this day she went to travel through time. not in the literal sense of the word--but as she moved toward the grove, she recalled the day she had done so when her father lived and breathed. the day she had taken peregrine home with her; when peace and caring for others were the primary principles of donnelaith. there was the shadow of something else hovering over it, now; she sought to get away from it, for the day. the prophecizing of starbuck unnerved her in that it echoed her fears, but she did not wish to dwell on darkness.

when arriving to the grove she was unsurprised to see another there. it seemed that deirdre was always finding others, and there was no dissapointment to be found in this. if she could not be alone to think on times when there was only peace, then at the very least she could befriend another to distract herself from the dark hand that sought to touch her. her light was too bright for it to do so; it dispersed and raced away when she was aware of it, but when she did not look it sought an opening.

the other gnawed on something quite familiar to deirdre, and as she drew near she gave the other wide berth so as to not encroach on their personal space. bonjour, she greeted, her voice easily carrying over the waves but in a manner that did not suggest she was yelling. no, she remained soft-spoken, but the breeze carried her words on unseen wings.