The Sentinels When the tequila runs out

whose blood, she asked, gently, wondering if it might have been the blood of a wolf, and considered the reasons they would do this. perhaps larkspur herself would know, and why did they do this? she had not heard of this sort of worship, and so this was not one of the thoughts that occurred to her. when the rain began to fall, so too did larkspur's admission that she had fled their company. they will seek you, she predicted, looking out of the hollow tree. i would advise you let them know you are alright--if you wish to stay there, you may, but you are also welcome to stay here, with me. i do not think they would begrudge you this, she hummed, thinking idly of aria. it would perhaps be wise to inform her mother that she was well, and deirdre would do this when she was able.

i know your mother must be longing for you. do you want for me to retrieve her...? i do not want to overwhelm you, she exhaled a warm breath, watching her best friend, feeling for her! that she had lost her memory... to forget it all... deirdre, even when in great pain, had never wished to forget!