The Sentinels a voice from down the ages, so in haunting in its song

she and her sister shifted in their balance of one another as the moment demanded it. if one did not know one thing, another always did. and if one was uncomfortable, the other was there to change that in their way. emaleth whittled her worries asunder with few words, and The Bringer—who swept them to him—quelled the noise in her head with his murmurings, which she could hear but not listen to. it was beautiful, very beautiful, but she could not interpret it—so that one might relate to the understanding, it was like listening to a foreign song: although it could not be interpreted in hearing it, it was heard and adored.

the third-born daughter of taltos was still and accepted this change. her eyes unknowingly shifted from sister to father; they were the same in coloration, and so she could not tell the difference. with her worry abated, she could only stare onward quietly to digest this occurrence. now that she did not move so frantically, it was not so terrible. in and out phased the time where anything was ever different from this, as she began to accept it.