The Sentinels but hold the banner proudly, the truth will set us free

listening to ori, lost in the storm as i write these posts!

deirdre slept soundly, though her heart was profoundly disturbed. she had missed the moment when her sister had first traveled to the Otherworld, and so there was never any needless fretting or crowding, but deirdre fretted for different reasons, now. her young mind could not fathom it, or interpret that she worried over her sister leaving her then. deirdre could hardly bear it when their mother and father left, but withstood it because of the presence that had been there for Alltime. what did it mean, that separation?

she felt lost, so lost within herself. she blinked sadly at the Otherworld, who curled its finger toward her in invitation, who sent an inbound wind to brush a wayward tear from her cheek. only once had she truly felt desire to go into it, but she felt she could not do it! not alone! and did not think of emaleth doing so as a slight (as her reasons for doing such a thing only involved emaleth when she gathered she could not go to that place, not without her), but as a feat she could not do herself. how she wanted to!

a feeling swelled within her chest, a feeling that maybe, just maybe! she could. deirdre rose to all fours, and with her eyes still on the parted lips of the Otherworld, she approached it. only when she was at its edge did she pause, squinting against the light and mustering her courage. she wanted to go out there, but shivered against the windchill that bit at the tips of her ears.