The Sentinels and listened to this voice, like i never heard before

In contrast, Emaleth had long ago decided that she would choose this life— that she would grow and learn the lessons that this life would teach her. Perhaps, as a result, her Forgetting had begun earlier than her sister's; that the connection to the Wise Ones had been broken and forgotten upon her rebirth, but for watercolor memories that presented themselves as dreams Emaleth could not yet understand. Perhaps that, too, was the reason she so easily accepted these moments of change and growth with ease— and Deirdre's reluctance to choose had kept her closer to the wisdom of the universe.

It was not that Emaleth was less intuitive, or less connected to the universe; she and Deirdre were as one, and would be equal if complimentary in their power— only that their paths wove in their own directions, weaving a tapestry in which they would always come together. With Deirdre's choosing, of this life, of these lessons, they would soon both be deaf to the universe and equal in their knowledge... and they would be required to learn it all again, though the power would always be there, a low current of intuition and whispers of ages-old memories within their blood.

She was resting near Deirdre— as always— when the vibrations she became accustomed to clarified, as ripples in water disturb the image below until the surface became still and one could see the universe below, and formed sounds. Not the secret language she shared with her sister, nor the pure sounds of song, or cries, or growls— but sounds that meant something that escaped her understanding. It was frustrating, that; to hear father, mother, earth, air, wind and to know they had a purpose.

"i do not know," she responded softly to her sisters query, though she felt that Deirdre hadn't expected her to. It was a question posed to nothingness, as if it would be able to answer and alight in them an understanding. She, too, listened enraptured as the Bringer and Giver said for them these things, these sounds that had meanings they would soon learn to know. For once, it was Deirdre that first attempted to mimic them— that embraced this new change. Emaleth giggled at the sound her sister made, this one sounding similar to the vibrations in the womb.

"Mmmmmm!" she repeated aloud, pleased with the way it tickled her throat. Leaning against Deirdre, she felt it just as much as she heard it when the white creature made the sound. "what is it!" she exclaimed, this time babbling at her parents— as if they might understand— but they only looked kindly on, and spoke more words to the small witches.

Deirdre.

The dark child would soon learn that this word belonged to her white companion, and love it for its meaning— but for now, she attempted to repeat the sound, and delighted at the melody of it. "Eeee...yaah!"