The Sentinels When the tequila runs out

deirdre turned when hearing a small ruckus being caused, and watched as her friend seized. her words had been brought to literal form, and deirdre marveled at the power she held and the favor she must hold for her work to be done so swiftly! surely, this was what was occurring! deirdre smelt the scent of blood, and was quick to move the other onto her side, and gentle, too; there was a frothy, saliva-like liquid that came from the others lips, and deirdre would not let the girl choke on it. on her side, her beloved would be safe!

deirdre was attentive and observant, prepared to be of aid should the other snap to from her quaking. she could only watch, helpless, and pray--pray that the wall would be burnt, pray that the memories moved across the proper lines, pray that each element would do her bidding and that when the other roused, she would be larkspur again, returned to her! that the eyes that would look to her would be filled with knowing and love, that deirdre would be the stranger no more.