The Sentinels shillelagh

deirdre was swiftly mollified by starbucks response. always had the girl loved her exotic counterpart, but it increased a hundred-fold as the beautiful woman spoke to her. always from her heart! and as the ministrations came, deirdre leant into them. i have known you for so short a time, and i love you dearly, too, differently, and yet, the same. starbuck owned a portion of her heart in a way no one else likely ever would; for the woman was the first to follow her, accept her, for age and for inexperience as a queen and as a wolf and as a witch. starbuck's own love seemed unconditional, and if asked deirdre would assure her beloved subordinate, sweet and soothing as the lavender she was presently ranked as, that starbuck ought to never expect different from her.

a soft breath was exhaled then as the girl nosed her friend tenderly. come, let us get some rest. you have traveled long, and i have not slept well since your absence, she admitted, though the expression on her face displayed that this was not meant to be a cruel jab or anything of that nature. no, it was meant to show how contented she was, and thankful, for starbuck's return.