The Sentinels magic tumbled from her pretty little lips,

she is in a wakeless sleep that is not death; she breathes, and her eyes move beneath the lids. perhaps she dreams. before my spell, she remembered not a thing of herself; not her name, nor of even her love for me, her voice was raw as she spoke this, for it truly broke her heart! deirdre's love for @Larkspur was fierce; the cub had been her first beloved friend outside of donnelaith's reach, and deirdre feared larkspur might never know her as she once had again. truly, though, this mattered very little to deirdre; she would love the girl by that name, or any other!