The Sentinels In this burning house

I'm gonna wrap this for us. :)

She sensed her father's hesitation. Despite it, Mordecai filled in the blanks. Spur winced, eyes closing, when he spoke of the rains that had washed away all signs of Pippin. If only the weather had cooperated, they might have found him by now. Her heart throbbed and she swallowed. But where they had failed, Deidre's spells would prevail.

And of course the young white witch would not deny Larkspur. The younger girl could not bring herself to smile, exactly, but she pressed her muzzle against Deirdre's neck and breathed her thanks. When she turned to face Mordecai again as the two prepared to depart, there was genuine hope floating in her big blue eyes. Deirdre's magic had brought him back to his family and she had faith that it would bring Pippin home too.