The Sentinels moving in reverse with no way out

"gone," she concluded.

but... her surviving-- she snorted at the comment. she survived. it was because she had left, left when her pride was damaged and when her home began to feel like a prison. deirdre had taken over, and she could only assume that donnelaith was happier without her. but she didn't not survive the flames, she merely avoided their wrath.

her pale gaze shifted to the stranger. "do you?" she asked, brow quirking slightly. it seemed her own solemn mood began to ebb away-- though only slightly-- as her shoulders straightened when she introduced herself. "aria," she said with a small sniff, "from the january family." she had always hoped she could introduced herself as 'from the mayfair family' but, well, it seemed like it just wasn't meant to be. she wouldn't dive into that-- it was not donnelaith's story.

"the fire killed donnelaith, but it did not destroy the mayfair clan," she then clarified, mostly in response to the women's 'gone' comment, "taltos died long before the fire, by a heat stroke in the middle of summer." the mayfairs were gone, sure, but they had not all died to the fire-- she wanted to make that clear. it was only deirdre's life that was stolen from the fire. the story of constantine and casmir lingered on her tongue, and it pressed against the roof of her mouth as her soul begged to set it free-- but she swallowed it. "taltos' youngest two were the last remaining mayfair's in donnelaith. i can only assume the fire stole them from the redwoods."