The Sentinels Too much sauce

her silence was but the calm before the storm.

skellige saw it fit to respond to larkspur, which perhaps was his right, but she wondered if he understood that his words, at present, would be largely ineffective in the face of the girls own agitations. one could not speak sense into emotion, and deirdre, wise to the mind and to the heart both, knew this with astounding clarity. perhaps larkspur would wish to respond, perhaps this, too, was her right, but deirdre bid her patience with a simple look, prayed that the girl would be clairvoyant to her wish. her own tongue was filled to the brim with words, and once starbuck had spoken, deirdre's tongue was a fiery whip that set ablaze between the duo! lightning leapt from her eyes as thunder rolled from her lips, the storm of a hurting heart a woeful tempest that she thrust out of her person in but one word!

enough, deirdre spoke with an authority that she had not once used in her lifetime, but every fiber of her being exuded it. there was a crown upon her head, there, and she wore it well before them all, fearless and commanding both. if there is a time and place for any of this, it is not here. no more, deirdre cautioned, and when she looked to starbuck, she spoke, gentle but firm: he has heard me, and we go. he spoke when spoken to--he does not know, as we do, of what is necessary for her recovery, which he will soon. i ask that you leave the commands to me, for she had already spoken to him, and surely if he had known that his words were fruitless in this time he would not have wasted his breath so! he was not a man of them, after all, but of action. she knew that starbuck meant well, and sighed heavily. deirdre would not have those she loved most at war with one another! she needed larkspur to heal, and if skellige wished to participate in this recovery, she prayed that he would curb his anger as she requested! 

she looked to skellige and was silent, weary, suddenly, before she stepped forward, anticipating his step alongside her. she need say nothing more to him; he could read her well. her own head ached terribly, now, and she swayed in place for a moment. in taking care of larkspur, she had forgotten herself, and unbeknownst to her, she was suffering the beginnings of dehydration. her mouth was dry, and she was exhausted, having hardly let herself sleep the past two days.