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no, deirdre agreed, sharing the others sentiment. sadness, torment, all things caused by tragedies--those had not defined deirdre, either. she did not wish to define the other by her tragedy, and thus never would! the young girl only sought to keep her newfound friend safe from the terror already wrought upon her by fates hand, which could often be too cruel. the other put a truly pleasant twist upon her own situation, and yet to know sorrow deirdre still did not wish upon her, though she knew it, and there was no taking that from her. the mayfair girl could only seek to make her life better, from here, and to give her brighter memories to add to her future. 

deirdre turned her muzzle toward the others touch, nosing her softly in a gesture of comfort. you are very strong, muses, deirdre breathed, amazed. it was one thing to lose ones home, but to lose their family as well! i do not know what it is you believe in, and i am uncertain as to what your family was like... but if they are half the wolf that you appear to be before me, this day, i am certain they are watching over you, and are proud, this she felt must be true. as she knew her own father looked after her when he could, she felt the family of muses would always look after her! 

the others tentative acceptance brought deirdre to smile, and her tail waved behind her. and yet the question caused her joy to falter for but a moment. she withheld the sharp intake of breath that usually came with the inquiry--for, by now, deirdre was used to those asking of her father, and it was this question that wounded her the most. not for it being asked, but for her consistent wish that he could be alive himself. that he could be the one to bring muses into their fold. 

i have inherited donnelaith from the man you speak of, deirdre informed, i am donnelaith's málóid banríon. it is what the creatures of the wood have called me. witch queen, she smiled, at that, but spoke the words with an equal measure of pride, and humility. my father passed when i was young, though his spirit and dreams both have told me that donnelaith was meant to be my own. my sister, emaleth, leads as my second, her eyes were bright as she informed muses of this. i am young, yes, but i am capable. to rule is within my blood, passed unto me from my missing mother and my late father both. it was instinct, now, and she invited any to test her mettle. her devotion to donnelaith and those she kept in its sanctuary would be found to be unmatched. i have the authority to accept you into its ranks, if this is something you would wish,