03-05-2009, 04:06 PM
Deuce frowned, watching the woman. She seemed unsteady on her feet. Deuce approached cautiously, ready to flee at the least bit of fright. The foriegn words the woman spoke were strange, and the pale mother frowned. Moments later,. the woman asked a coherent question. Who was she? Deuce lifted her chin.
"I am Deuce Rhiannon, and I live here. What are you doing so far from your daughter, Sabeen?" She was used to mothers and daughters staying close, even though she hadn't had much luck with that when it came to her children. Rhiannon only knew where Dierdre was. Deuce hadn't seen the girl in well over a year. Noah was no where around either. Only Tal stayed after he was grown. Perhaps Willow might, or perhaps not. Deuce didn't know.