The Sentinels leda & the swan

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deirdre lurked in her forest, home from her brief journey and repleneshing herself in the arms of her trees. she rested, dozing, and then rose to all fours when a thought occurred to her. the face of her adored love came to mind quite suddenly, and she was restored and full of worry--her exhaustion had overtaken her, first, but now her nose quivered and deirdre felt a splintering pain within her ribs. emotion robbed her of breath as deirdre fret over the state of @Starbuck, and though she swore she scented a tendril of her aroma she feared she suffered delusions created by her longing! this had happened before, when her father had passed--to endure it again! oh! she was too frightened to call, lest she receive no response and know for certain that her emptiness would surely last a while longer yet.