The Sentinels the stars of heaven hovered, in a shimmering galaxy

I'm going to archive, lotsa new and less potato-y threads I want to make sure to keep up with. :)

When Deirdre settled beside her, content to nap after her feeding, Emaleth finally allowed herself to give way to slumber. She dreamt of things she did not understand; groves of trees, starry skies, ancient stones, and kingly barrows. They were mere flashes, pretty to look at, and seated within her a thirst to understand them— though as soon as she were to awake, they would again be forgotten.