The Sentinels backstreet boys

Herp, editting b/c sissa is speedy.

Now that she had been bestowed with sight, Emaleth had become more restless— this small den that had been everything to her, all that she had thought she would need, now seemed insufficient. The hole where others came and went, where the Giver and Bringer oft disappeared into or emerged from, fascinated her as much as it terrified her. She and Deirdre had been encouraged to venture out, but Emaleth had avoided this; the temperature dropped rapidly whenever she approached, and she wasn't sure she liked it.

Better to stay where it was warm and safe.

She entertained herself by conversing with her sister, or playing with the tails of the Giver and Bringer. For the most part, this was enough— to play with her family, to eat, to sleep. But there were times that she wanted to play and the others had no interest, and those were the times that Otherworld piqued her curiosity. Emaleth would sit and watch it intently, as if doing so she would be able to divine its secrets.

But for now, she slumbered against the Giver-Bringer (at times, she grew confused about which was which) and her constant companion. At least until a series of vibrations interrupted her sleep, and Emaleth lifted her head to determine the source of it all. Deirdre was panicked already, clambering over and under and around her— the dark child grunted softly in frustration, "stop!" as she struggled to make out what was blocking the Otherworld's gate.