The Sentinels oh, son, you sold your everlasting soul to the devil

deirdre would feel hot to the touch, and did as she was told without contest. she never minded sleeping in the open, and truth be told she could frequently be found doing so in her youth when her bones grew and she required sleep to ease her growing pains. deirdre rarely slept within a den as the moonlight was and the night breeze was not something she turned her cheek to. deirdre had no qualms with resting, and thought to recommend an herb in a mumbled, likely unintelligible word; her tongue felt thick, and she was ready to sleep. she had not realized how tired she felt!