The Sentinels uneasy lies the head that wears a crown

all welcome, but hoping for @Eilidh <3

aria and constantine had left to journey, though she did not anticipate them having left for good, yet, as she was not yet of the age to ascend. and yet she already wore the weight of the crown; she felt it, now, heavier than she anticipated it to be. this could also be attributed to her recent injury, but she was not sure. whenever she felt herself in times of need, with her mother gone deirdre often sought eilidh for comfort. but deirdre realized that she herself had never been a comfort to eilidh herself! deirdre feels the cold knife of self-blame thrust itself between her ribs, and at once she moves toward where she knew the eldest mayfair girls abode to be.

she knew eilidh had been in mourning, and though much time had gone by deirdre herself mourned with her! deirdre had lost the man too soon, though any that lost their father would find that it was too soon. the end of their mourning would likely never come; deirdre yearned for taltos every day, and that longing only grew fiercer with time! and yet she put it to rest; there was nothing to do with these wishes, nothing left for them but to know he was still present, now and again. her dreams had told her so, and so, too, did the wind!