The Sentinels Too much sauce

deirdre nodded; she would do this for her beloved larkspur. if the girl could not yet depart to go there, then deirdre would ensure her mother was wise to the fact that her daughter lived yet. more than that, there were many eyes that would be searching for mordecai. she frowned to hear of her mothers injury, and she moved to nose her. when you are well enough, you may see her, of course--it was only a suggestion... perhaps i could look at her leg, she hummed, thoughtful. she had healed the broken leg of a ferret, perhaps a wolfs might be similarly healed. it required much rest, and even more things were required for the pain.

time passed, before the other responded. deirdre counted every single beat of her heart: one hundred twenty-three, it hammered so fiercely! deirdre did not look away, only nodded. with all of my heart, i do, she admitted, her voice vulnerable, i can never leave donnelaith--i am to be its queen, one day. you are my best friend--to have you here with me...! she was thoughtful, her thoughts running wild. there is magic within you, larkspur, different than my own and yet similar... i could help you with what powers you might hold! larkspur's druid mother was the cause of the supernatural feel deirdre could sense about her, and deirdre knew that she could only assist larkspur in blossoming to the full flower she was meant to become.