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

In their infancy, Emaleth had considered Deirdre to be a part of herself— it was maddening whenever they were separated, and the dark child had felt empty whenever it occurred. But she hardly remembered it now, for with the discovery of sight, the child had learned that they were indeed different beings. Emaleth loved her sister more than anyone else, but sight had brought with it an independence that was new and exciting. In the rare moments she could escape the attentions of her sister, the child found a different sort of happiness— one that was all her own to revel in.

As her sight began to grow stronger, it seemed that her awareness of the connection she and her sister shared began to fade. It wasn't to say that she did not still love her sister, or that she no longer desired to be near her, or that the bond was no longer there— all of these things were still true. It was simply that the Forgetting had begun, and Emaleth was becoming aware of much more of the world.

"yes," the dark child agreed. "it has something to show us," she whispered in their youthful babel. Emaleth danced away from her sister, suddenly, after the tuft of fur— wondering where it would lead, and biting or swatting at it when it would flit out of reach.