The Sentinels burn it all away

Despite the fact that it was the bay which she and her Mayfair-Cairn siblings haunted, Lilia was inclined towards the forest that sheltered them.  Twisted, blackened corpses yearned towards the sky with ravaged fingers, and at their feet was new growth.  Rebirth.  She could feel the spirits here, both living and dead.  
Two-toned eyes sought movement upon the horizon, and she draws her tongue across her lips as long, willow-thin legs draw her closer.