The Sentinels these ancient stones will tell us our love must make us strong

They retreated together, back to the warm depths of their home— this agreement went unspoken, the desolate landscape of the Otherworld casting a solemn veil over the den, their play now forgotten. Perhaps it was the cold, but Emaleth, too, felt suddenly weary; and she took her place near Deirdre, pressed close against their father's chest, before falling into a sleep plagued by unsettled dreams.

She dreamt of being hunted in the Otherworld; of being reborn again in a cold and lifeless landscape. Emaleth slept fitfully, but was soon quieted by the attentions of her father, and the comforts of her sleeping sister. In the morning, her fear of the threshold would be greater for it.