The Sentinels When the tequila runs out

it was the way that larkspur looked at her that frightened her. it was distant, and lacking all of the love and warmth it had held but a few short days ago when she had come to see pippin! deirdre feared it might have been as a result of her spell; sometimes, when one thing was found another was lost--perhaps she had asked for too much, she realized, and not offered enough earnest and thankful platitudes!

it is i, deirdre, she breathed, willing the other to remember her. your best friend--why, you were here, just the other day, her words were gentle, not at all urgent or forceful. she blamed herself for the others lack of memory; but she would return it to her! she waited to see if, perhaps, it was the storm that had shocked the others memory to forgetting.