The Sentinels rise up singin'

Whaa?? You are a good sister!

Emaleth would grow to be a talented bard, and this was only the very first spark— truly, nothing in this small life had brought her as much joy as that small taste of song. Even as Deirdre joined, enhancing the melody, the dark child felt that this was something that was wholly her own. It was a feeling she did not yet understand, but one that seemed to grow as the Forgetting continued, and as she began to recognize that she and her littermate were indeed separate beings.

Her breath caught, the small babe began to wriggle in the dirt, perhaps a bit too vigorously for Deirdre to join in. Little Emaleth was overcome with a joy she didn't know how to express— and so, she wriggled a moment more before sitting abruptly upright. In the same motion, her head tilted upwards, and she strove to sing as she had before— but only a sharp yelp emerged. She attempted to sustain the note, but the sound was not cooperating... and it was at this moment that Eilidh entered to plant a kiss upon their heads.

She paused in her exploration of noise and rose clumsily to her feet. Whole body wiggling with her small tail, the child danced near her elder sister's feet. This was not the Giver or Bringer, but it was someone she had frequently seen— and so she said, "listen!" in her excited baby chatter, "hear the song i made!"