The Sentinels When the tequila runs out

so, the golden girl had awaken upon the beach. your father, she tilted her head, knowing the name, mordecai? she had requested his name the last time they had met; for he knew her name, by the grace of larkspur, but she had not known his! i do not know amayo, she admitted begrudgingly. but she was sure that skellige would introduce her; skellige would know more of this than she did, she presumed. the continuation of her loved ones words caused her to frown, deeply, though this did not mar her beauty any.

easy, my sweet friend! who has asked you to do these things? who has said that you would feed the sharks? were they nightmares, or were they truth? larkspur's weeping wounded the other, and deirdre hugged her friend with a gentle, but devoted, firmness. her foreleg was wrapped around the others withers, so that the other could easily find comfort around her chest and throat.

deirdre sighed. your mind has left you. you come to me when you lose things--i help you find them. i will return your mind to  you, deirdre promised, for i am a witch, and i have this power! but i must caution you--you may yet lose something else, in the spells afterglow, it had happened, before; perhaps the cost of finding mordecai had been the loss of pippin. perhaps the spell cast for pippin had resulted in the loss of larkspur's mind. deirdre would set things to rights; she would return each lost thing to where it rightly belonged!