The Sentinels moose and squirrel

deirdre heard his words and breathed a dreamy sigh. it sounds beautiful, deirdre responded, her gaze faraway for a moment. but an image soon came into her minds eye, and deirdre thought to share it with him! would you follow me? i should like to show you something, she breathed, her plume waving behind her slowly. donnelaith was not yet home to the man, she felt, not as he spoke with such longing for his plains! there was more to a home than just the word, than the sight; home was a feeling, and deirdre desired to make him feel this way again. deirdre took a step sideways, smiling encouragingly; she only hoped he would wish to follow her to this place she would take him.