The Sentinels beauty means the scent of roses, and then the death of roses

his inquiry was one that caught her off-guard, but one that she readily answered: for as long as i can remember, deirdre admitted. once she had believed she did not have the stomach for it, but her desire to help others above all other things soon overcame her fear of blood and grisly sights. i truly cannot tell you when it was i begun, deirdre laughed a little bit, her gaze distant for a moment. my mother was a healer, and my eldest sister, eilidh, works to become one as well. i am working toward becoming a master of my craft, but i am not there yet, she admitted. it was but a trade, now, but deirdre hoped to become specialized within the duty. have you any passions? she asked at length, wondering what made the boy before her who he was.