The Sentinels A new day, brings rejuvination

"fate, or spirits," suggested lasher gently, recalling how such sprites had tended the land of donnelaith. "whatever her guardians, i am grateful that she has returned unto us. perhaps blue willow will be able to ease the caustic nature of whatever affected her vision," the man went on, for he too had seen the new opacity to osprey's eyes.

the faint snap of a twig brought the man to bear sharply -- his nostrils flared to take in the scent, and as the fragrance of a cunning beast was given him, the druid relaxed. "fox," he muttered, though he was certain dante knew this already. "we should drive it out, away from the new caches," he added, beginning a swinging lope in the direction of the hidden vulpine.