The Sentinels Mykonos

“Teaghlaigh” The word rolled off of her dextrous tongue, made flexible through overuse. Olive tasted the word, rooting for any sense of weirdness. The utterance heralded from Ceannasach’s language of heritage, a fact that coated her tongue and prevented any misgivingings over the family’s complex title.  “Is Donnelaith not a weird name?” Olive questioned with a cant of her head, gauging the young girl’s reaction to her suggestion. The world was full of many languages, each one more foreign than the next. It really was a miracle that so many beings spoke the common tongue.

“I thought it funny that our families were allies, yet I knew very few Donnelaith wolves.” The cream and ash woman explained, forgetting to strip her language from potentially complex verbiage [that may also be foreign to the girl]. Of course, Olive knew Deirdre - but did Deirdre even remember her, or know she was a part of Teaghlaigh? 

“But now, I am friends with one more!”