The Sentinels tristesse

748596+the pine inspired a fit of sneezing in emaleth; he glanced beyond her to see that deirdre slumbered still. a soft chuckle emanated from his throat; he reached out his paws, that she might step into his embrace. "pine," he said gently, enunciating the word. though he would not know if she understood until she could repeat the sound, and apply it to the bundle of green needles, it was the beginning of her formal education.

she did not exclaim as deirdre might, though she had rushed to him -- she was already logical, introspective, and lasher loved the very future of seeing his witches reared together as complements of one another.