The Sentinels the sea alone, with its multiplicity, holds any hope

deirdre noted that the man that approached her seemed to be the storm that had just passed through the lands; had he swallowed it? vicious and unyielding, fierce and dangerous, except for when the remnant strands of moonlight pierced through its cloud-cover and brought fractured brightness to the world! she sensed why he might fret; sensed, because of the name her beloved friend had called him: daddy.

and so, deirdre steeled herself. she tested the waters, her eyes and voice both gentle and inquisitive: i hear you are a father, now,