Is she?

      Bindini stretched out her arms.  These arms weathered the by the sun with sinew, tendons, and thew covered a gentle, benevolent spirit.  Lan-Oea quavered and shuddered at this sight.  Before she could speak, “I am here to keep you safe,” comforted Bindini.  “You must leave her alone,” she told Skadzib, Gemkai’akai, Zegbuk, and Taladmoord.  “Now is the time to work toward health as apposed to death and destruction.  Lan-Oea is not your enemy.  Your temptations will not be heard.”
     “Taladmoord has been my lone friend during many troubling days.  He was my only escape from the oppressive qualm and woefulness.  He sang sweet tunes to abate my fears allowing me to step forward.  How can I send him away?
     “Skadzib releases my angst when my heart seems to leap out of my chest with each beat.  Oh, Zegbuk, my multi-level companion numbing those emotions that whelm me to the point I cannot form a sentence.  At least, with him, I have courage to ignore those who dwell in the basement.  Gemkai’akai keeps me straight and calm in the midst of the chaos.  Please do not banish these confidants.  They mean merely to protect the abashed ones, but at times, harm others in the process.”
     “Ah, so lovely to hear your accolades and musings of missing us, especially me,” whispered Taladmoord, “I can be here to squelch those noisy neighbors once again.  How shall we assist you today?”
     Yeinar was consumed with his sadness as he ruminated to himself, “My own love, how can I help you remember my heart for you?  I have longed for an interlude, a moment, in which I can help you realize you true identity.  I remember our times of frolicking through the meadows and beautiful forests before, before he came and the memories were wiped in one instant.”
     The Glad moon began to creep slowly upwards, Mal-Nai’s eyes darted back and forth searching for compassion, for help, for solace from the heaviness that engulfed her . . .