The Sentinels young as the morning; old as the sea

sorry! back from vacation!

deirdre felt her sister there, even before her evident arrival. her dark counterpart said nothing, and deirdre lifted her head as emaleth sidled alongside her. a warm breath was exhaled 'pon her narrower sisters cheek, and when marcello spoke once more he again had her undivided attention. she appreciated the views his father held, if only because she shared those ideals--she wondered what he felt, however. understanding and identifying were two different things, the pale witch knew. when she thought he might elaborate on his own ideals, he spoke on his not being here for this--her head tilted to reveal her curiosity, and the mayfair youth let him speak on.

his request was met with a warm smile. you would like to become a wolf of donnelaith? she inquired, wanting to be certain. i would invite you here to become one of us, so long as you harbored no wish to bring harm unto others in your heart. she was sure she could learn from him, and he could learn of their ways and customs. deirdre was aware that they were different than others and truly not for everyone, and so she did not enforce the more mystic ideals she held.