The Sentinels tristesse

"Aaiinnn," she repeated with a sort of coo, a small grin upon her tiny features— she wanted the Bringer to smile again, too. She watched with wide, blue eyes as he patted the scented bough, and little Emaleth giggled at the motion it made... but the lesson he attempted to bestow upon her did not register in the small child, at least not yet.

Her giggles continued as her father then planted kisses and tickles over her tiny body, and she reached her paws to bat gently against him. "Aaaaiiin, aiin!" little Emaleth cried through her giggles, thinking perhaps it would either make him desist or continue— she wasn't sure of what she wanted! With the Forgetting taking a deeper hold each day, Emaleth became less aware of the currents of power that pulsed in her veins— perhaps believing the sensation to be normal.

But it would awake with a vengeance one day, and she would revel in it.