The Sentinels rise up singin'

Emaleth was delighted that the large, white presence would join with her, and her song grew stronger for it— she held the note for as long as her breath would hold. When she could make no more sound, the air gone from her lungs, she drank more in greedily— swinging her head to look upon the smaller white form that was Deirdre. "Sing with us," she babbled encouragingly, wanting her companion to feel this joy, too. It was invigorating, awakening emotions in little Emaleth that she could not yet understand.