The Sentinels bal du moulin de la galette

the teachings of his daughters had begun in earnest, for lasher felt that magickal energy might yet stir the land from its dormancy. no green had risen, and the horrid bugs still clung to the ground and to the barren stalks, though he had grown accustomed to the buzzing of their wings and the ugly clacking of their mandibles.

he walked, pausing often to scrape his paw across the land, hoping to uncover a root or a new leaf of some sort. but naught did he find, and he was distracted from this by the scent of renoir, and the light glinted from the beautiful pelt of the exotic young man as he wandered through the desolate place that donnelaith had become.

in time, taltos fell into step alongside the kappa, saying nothing but letting himself relax in the comfort of their similarities.