The Sentinels orchideous, the flower conjuring spell

She sensed her sister's pain and need, and little Emaleth followed the scent-trail that would lead her to the lighter half of her soul; scenting the wild breeze, and tasting within it the acrid perfume of the sentinels' leaves. It surprised her, to catch Deirdre thus, though she had been aware of her sister's repeated nightly absences; for Emaleth found comfort in the moon's light, and the darkest hours were hers. Her mismatched eyes watched from the darkness of the forest, her coat blending with shadow. She came forth only after the Child of Light had finished her oath, and she rushed to her litter mate's side, crying, "Deirdre, Deirdre! Dear heart, what troubles you?"