The Sentinels rabbits playing with polar bears

the days were growing cooler, and the wind was crisp. deirdre's first winter would be without constantine and aria both, and it seemed osprey and dante would be going, with their children, on some grand adventure. deirdre would miss them all, but knew she had all she required here. her dreams in her comatose state were not at all foreboding, but simple and sweet.

there was no anger in her heart for any reason. larkspur had left in the dead of night without word to her, but deirdre did not resent her for it; she hadn't any idea that starbuck and the honeychild had heard her screams, but even then her heart was warm and devoted to those she loved! who had wronged who? deirdre's unconditional love for all triumphed, in the end. it had been skellige who had saved her, and how could she despise him, her king of thorns?

deirdre moved toward the den of emaleth. she need not see her to know she was still present within donnelaith, and she was not troubled by her sisters nature. the pale, ethereal witch simply required her presence, her need of emaleth's quietude great. and as she arrived, she caught sight of her sisters unique eyes held ocean and forest both--a radiant smile came across her features, then, and deirdre at once felt at peace.