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

The dance was better for Deirdre's joining, and Emaleth soon forgot the possessiveness that had earlier made her to feel uncomfortable. She cried out delightedly— "oh!"— as it landed upon her sister's small black nose, and the dark child paused to watch it in wonderment. Emaleth didn't quite understand what they played with, only that it seemed to have a mind of its own, and moved so tantalizingly that instinct commanded that she give chase. It seemed magical, as so many things did at her age.

Emaleth yelped excitedly as her sister sneezed, expelling the blur forth faster than she had seen as of yet— and without pausing to analyze its path, she gave chase. The dropping temperature going unnoticed, Emaleth very nearly darted through the gate to the Otherworld after it— but halted abruptly upon the threshold. She stared after it, weighing her options, until the cold truly settled in around her small body and she began to shiver.

"it has left us," she cried, a small whine as she turned to look upon her sister.