The Sentinels waken all ye into life

"Who!" she cried, and giggled. It was the only word that she could truly grasp in the owl's trilling coos, for he spoke a language very different than that she shared with her sister and parents. Not knowing the auspiciousness of the event, or the magicks within the aerial predator, the child continued on her way through the tall sentinels— watching them awaken into spring with a newfound wonder, listening to their whispers as snow and ice fell away.