The Sentinels it is ours to hold the banner, is ours to hold it long

The owl listened to her voice, which was a song in itself; it was hard, truly, to understand what it was she said. Forest nymph, queen of them!, within her. He was deviled by her, and she did not even know such a thing. But understood the creature did, and after a thoughtful, contemplative pause the large owl spoke. Then it knew that you had need of it. Look upon the earth, and tell me what you see. In his flight, he knew there were many of these flowers within these woods. But this one could very be the one of her dreams, as he knew they worked in mysterious way, and that she and the forest shared one beating heart. He felt its beat as he stood within the tree, and he had seen its cadence in her graceful step. The oldest forest of all, he believed, was in her, too; he recognized it in her every breath, could see it in her every passing glance. He could not invoke The Old Memories; he must be patient, and wait for the forest to truly awaken her.