Dragoncrest Cliffs look what you've done

deirdre mutely accepted the others words, a subtle smile playing at her lips. fine, then, her shifting ears and her slight nod were so that the other to see that deirdre would oblige her this. the girl would not force the other to insist more than once; if it made her happy, then, well, there was nothing she could do, was there?! deirdre took a step nearer to the other, always one who reveled in nearness to her companions. on her own brief journey, deirdre yearned for that; she received ample affection when at the creek, but time had gone by since then. it was apparently quite important in her own love languages; she displayed her affections physically, more oft than not.

deirdre listened to the other and held her breath at the others words. a sadness entered her heart at the very thought, and she exuded it--why, her eyes, they even were wet with tears! oh, donnelaith, twas the one thing that lasher had left her! if it were to burst into flame, what would she do? it was not something she had ever considered, and to think it felt like a curse. i do not know, she admitted quietly, but then realized that what the other spoke was the answer to deirdre's very own question. she gasped, pained to have put the other through such memories, and floundered for a moment. this is why you wander so! oh! i am so sorry, to have made you think of such things again! to say it! she anguished for the other, wholeheartedly!

muses words rang like bells in her heart, chiming one after the other. how she understood what the other was saying! deirdre did not wish to dream of being uprooted from donnelaith--she felt she might die if such a thing were to happen, as the trees surely would! she was rooted, as any other plant within her domain was. such dramatic thoughts, but then, deirdre was a teenager whose thoughts erred on violent tragedies and exquisite romances! poetry, all of it! when one lived through a plague, a famine, and outlived their own mother and father, such shakespearean ideals were easy to plant there! her mind was a vivid thing, and she saw, tasted, felt, smelled, and hurt and heard with others!

muses, my lamb, she crooned, no pity at all in her voice, only love and care, and some sadness--for she did hurt for the other! i would not wish such a thing on my most terrible of enemies, and to hear it has happened to you! she pressed her eyes roughly together, pushing a bead of water from them. she was overwhelmed with emotion! donnelaith is no mountain, but these cliffs... they run high, not so high as your once-home, perhaps... what i mean to say is... donnelaith can offer you a home, if home is what you are looking for. it is sanctuary--it is for those whom are pacifists, and believe in caring for one another, deirdre sighed a little, knowing well her offer could be refused, but needing to express it to the other. i am here for you,