The Sentinels some used your na[m]e for glory, some used it for their gain

@Lasher maybe! name seemed fitting ... reminded me of taltos whisper

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emaleth, a tiny whisper, breathed to her beloved sister, fellow witch. but her sister must have slept, to keep to such a silence. it seemed to be so from the familiar sound of her breath and its pattern, slow and easy. with little time to lose, knowing soon another wolf would come to sit with them and also not wanting to miss that, deirdre turned and moved with some measure of trepidation toward the Otherworld.

but the evening was the warmest she had ever known! there was hardly any white on their doorstep but for the intermittent dusting of it; the falling sun warmed her this hour, and nature beckoned her. it truly did! the quiet birdsong and the sentinels alike summoned her, and deirdre, the little witch, whispered: earfh. a thin wind seemed to encourage her further forward, and she was obedient to natures whim as it told her something she vaguely understood, but would soon learn and know.

deirdre moved forward, her tail waving as she moved to investigate every thing, every where. a pink bud hanging low caught her interest, and deirdre marveled at it. it was very soft to the touch, pleasant, and pretty to her eyes. it was not yet bloomed, and that it would someday she did not yet know. she lingered here, just outside of the den, for a little while... earth distracted her from her task, her plan, her idea.

it led her deeper into itself, but it was sweet and kind and welcoming all the while. the cub did not know how far she had wandered, only that she had wandered at all... and when she looked over her shoulder, there was no den in her sights. not wise to tracking, deirdre did not think to retrace her steps or anything of the sort. she simply turned around and traipsed in the direction she felt would lead her there... which was the wrong way. a seed of nervousness was planted, but the earth calmed her. the babe paused when she thought she heard her name, and turned to see a strange, hazy looking thing, hardly perceptible in the shadow it was suspended in.

the babe did not question this, as she might question all other things and beings. she moved to catch it, and as she bounded upward in an ungraceful arc, it was gone! but it appeared again, and as it came to be she felt she heard her name again. deirdre moved after it with more determination this time, but when she moved to hold it again it was gone! are you feasin me? deirdre asked, and the branches seemed to shake with quiet laughter, and grow quite still thereafter. again she heard her name, but with it, she also heard athair; and so she knew where she was going, and could even smell him around. yes, tufts of his fur here and there, distinctly athair. her tail waved, and she was compliant and unquestioning again. she had quickly learned this thing could not be caught... but it could be followed.

to others, they might not see as she did, nor hear as she seemed to; but before her eyes was a newfound friend crafted into a thing others would identify as a will-o-the-wisp, if they could see it. for it very much might look like there was a ball of blue flame that moved forward as you moved forward, and followed as you went away. in the darkness of the forest, it was easy for her to notice.