The Sentinels and i hope that kindness comes your way

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he brushed his nose along the ground, snuffling with excitement as the two of them vied for contention in discovering the elusive green onion. the pale druid bounded from tussock to tussock, supplanting his long and slender nose in each frond as if to suck forth from the dirt the plant's name, origin, and purpose. eventually he tired, though he made note of a promising swale of damp earth where he suspected in the late spring there may be something of interest. he smiled guiltily, his tail swaying as he admitted defeat. "well - maybe it isn't the right time for them?"