The Sentinels the curse ruled from the underground, down by the shore

again deirdre moved through the labryinthal woods that seemed to move and shift as she did, seeking; but she knew its tricks, knew its ways. in her youth, she would move beneath the gnarled roots and memorise paths unknown to even the places founders; she knew this place as only one borne to it could! the scent of starbuck was present, and this odor she traced--but the nearby scent of @Muses distracted her, and deirdre, temporarily, altered her course. the winds shifted and deirdre followed them, murmuring sweet nothings to the trees that seemed so weary in the autumn chill! but they remained strong, resolute, and evergreen; they were hardy, they had survived more seasons than deirdre and her wild imagination could number! her nose brushed against the earth, and her eyes now sought the hue that muses wore.