Lost Creek Hollow the days are muted

deirdre would have not have seen him, had he not spoken; she heard him, firstly, and was given pause from her mourning. his words were ones she did not understand, and unable to put context to them she could not, even intuitively, deduce what it was the lost prince had meant.

so she placed the dead creature upon the earth and looked to the other, taking in their sorry appearance. it did not detract, at all, from his handsome features... and there was something beautifully familiar about them, something that made her feel... peace.

i am afraid i do not know what it is that you mean, she admitted to him, her head tilting slightly as she spoke the words. and it was as she spoke them he displayed his throat to her, and deirdre blinked. are you... are you looking for one to pledge fealty to...? she could not, would not!, assume he asked for death as the rabbit had! who would wish for such a thing, she wondered? perhaps the gesture could also be an ultimate pledge: i am ready to give you my life... and yet, that did not make sense either, for he did not know her!