The Sentinels a voice from down the ages, so in haunting in its song

he stroked the top of her head in a soothing motion with his tongue, murmuring an old, old song to the babe. shortly thereafter, however, lasher turned deirdre 'round with a few gentle proddings of his forepaw, so that she faced back into the light, though with her tiny hindpaws still enmeshed in the pelt covering his chest. "look there," he instructed the baby witch -- would she falter and cry again, or would she open newborn pupils to the world around her, and see, and know?

lasher was still, waiting for her reaction with held breath. emaleth remained slumbering, and he turned his eyes upon her with a silent grin before watching deirdre again. "look," he repeated. did she dare?