The Sentinels waken all ye into life

Emaleth had awoken.

As she left the confines of her family's den, the dark child saw the world with a renewed wonder in its mysteries; it was as if a mist had been cleared after a long journey, and it now parted to present a realm enchanted. She did not remember, but a sickness had briefly taken her shortly after her coming to the world-- and though little Emaleth had grown and developed alongside her lighter sister, she had been vacant and fogged ever since. Even as she had recovered, even as she learned to speak, even as chaos had swirled within her home's borders, the young witch had been disassociated and internally removed from it all.

But this morning, upon waking, a vision left over from dreams swirled in her mind. It parted the mists. Even now, her memory of it crumbled, but in its destruction the child began to See and Feel in a way that she had only done in lives before. As spring began to erupt from the frigid cast of winter, little Emaleth's own magick began to seep into her fibers and wake her to its presence.

For now, the child padded quietly through the tall sentinels of Donnelaith, her mismatched eyes wide in wonder.