The Sentinels castle on a cloud

it was no mystery she was being chased and, though deirdre could move so swiftly through these woods that it might appear as though her paws did not once touch the earth, she moved at a pace that would accomodate his recovery. still, she kept herself out of reach in this game; deirdre was swift, and the forest seemed to move with her in a way that a labyrinth could. the path seemed clear until it might not! but deirdre knew the maze of donnelaith, knew it as no other but one born to it ever would. all of her days had been spent in these woods, and nothing in this world, even death!, would cause her to depart it! one ear remained ever-backward, perpetually listening for her pursuer, and now and then laughing sweetly to encourage him to run still!