The Sentinels Be your own light, they said, but he needed others to help him illuminate the dark.

deirdre watched the newest member, though her gaze shifted toward aria when she spoke. her head tilted at the greeting bestowed on her, having never heard the word 'miss' before. her father had taught her gaelic and french, though there was still so much for her to learn and come to know! miss???? came her accented voice, its dulcet tones filled with a slight brogue. her fathers was soft, and hers softer still, but it was present. and then, the others greeting! her head turned to him, interest brightening her gaze. what tongue is that? that she spoke in different languages was as of yet unknown to her; to speak french, and to think it, was the same to her as it was english. it was the same with the gaelic she learned. her father had mentioned it in passing, but it had not stuck; they simply spoke to one another in it, conversing back and forth, and she and emaleth did the same, too, in private and in quiet for good practice.