The Sentinels wayward son

I'm late, waugh! Cameo, unless this thread is continuing?? :)

She danced through the trees, as she so often did— a small, dark nymph weaving betwixt the trunks, pausing on occasion to supplant kisses upon them or whisper secrets. It was in moments like these that Emaleth was happiest, and it was not uncommon to hear her giggles ring out through Donnelaith as she played alone. So different than in their infancy, it was now Deirdre that craved company and Emaleth that craved solitude.

And yet she was still a curious thing, so when voices of her father and sisters were carried to her upon the wind, she excused herself from the trees with a polite curtsy to follow the comforting murmurs. It was not long before the dark child found them, and she danced toward her littermate until they stood shoulder to shoulder— Emaleth followed the group, silently basking in the joy of their presence, not yet realizing that it was not Casmir but a different brother that had been returned to them.