The Sentinels I aim to please

he listened as the girl spoke, interested in the very emptiness of her words. aria was a blank canvas with the shine of youth upon it, ready to be painted with the colours of the world. it would come to her in time, what it was she wished to become -- lasher wished to tell her not to hurry herself, but time was fickle when young, limitless. "you left in the usual way?" the glen-man asked gently, wondering if her veiled words were to hide the factuality that she had been driven from her natal borders, rather than departing them on her own whims.

"we moved from a plateau where blacktail deer resided," lasher went on as they trudged. "my three children were born there -- two remain. the eldest has gone off on his own wanderings. soon there will be infants here in donnelaith," he revealed with a joyed glint to his murkwater eyes.