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

The tuft had flowed gently towards the Otherworld— this, Emaleth had not realized, either. It brushed against her sister's tiny paw, and the dark child reeled back in surprise; realizing, now, that they had been apart. For a moment, her simple toy was forgotten, and little Emaleth rested her head over Deirdre's as their shoulders reunited. With the contact, she became aware of how she had felt without it. Emaleth did not know how to place that feeling, but she certainly knew that she was happy to be so near her sister.

A breeze lifted the clutch of fur, and Emaleth sank immediately to the ground in instinct— her blue eyes intent upon the blur. As she exhaled, it moved again, and she looked up at her sister. "see?" she queried in their twin-like babble. Mine, was a next thought, but this was foreign— Emaleth did not know what it meant, nor that she was jealous that this, too, would be shared. She waited to see what Deirdre would do, remaining close, though she desperately wished to chase the thing.