The Sentinels the curse ruled from the underground, down by the shore

the invitation cheered the once morose deirdre, who longed for the company of starbuck. but if she were to be here, then deirdre would find her, soon. muses was her newest subordinate and friend, both, and deirdre wanted to be certain she felt safe here, happy here. she picked her way over the thicker roots until she slid beneath one that accomodated her larger girth; deirdre was no small waif, but a curvaceous and buxom thing. the gnarled lifebringers of the trees cradled her comfortably, and she smiled radiantly at her adored companion. the trees suit you, you know, deirdre unabashedly complimented, her own thick plume tapping against the earth.