Ravenshook Cliffs false sun

deirdre took to the cliffs, the winds singing their wild song to her. it was here she sought lasher once again, wondering if he could see her this day. wondering if he knew that she had become what she had once wished. she had not seen constantine or aria since their leaving and wondered about them often, but felt sure that constantine would come and see her to let her know they had found what they had sought.

the scent of blood distracted her from her thoughts. the wind guided her toward what she searched for, and in the distance was an inkblot of many shades. the wind was so fierce it caused her vision to smear and blur, causing the wolf ahead to appear misshapen. but the closer the regal white witch came to the other, the clearer he became.

her emerald eyes flashed brightly as she caught sight of the wound. you are hurt! deirdre breathed anxiously, and though the words were but a feather on the wind, the gusts carried the words clearly. ...i can help you, if you wish it, she offered to him, peering at him shyly beneath her thick lashes. the man was intimidating in girth, and yet it was not this that caused her to feal frightened but rather his rejection of her offer.