The Sentinels wargemont

his tender words did bring a smile to her lips, though it was watery. that they had to go at all! but it was the circle; winter would take them, later, but now they were gone too soon! together they would have grown and felt the summer sun upon their bodies alongside one another. the flowers had spoken of the cycle, of remembering and of knowing that great and [occasionally] oppressive warmth... they had promised to be her guide, and she had promised to be their guardian! though she had been told this failure was not her fault, deirdre felt that she had done nothing to save them but realize too late what occurred.

oui, she responded softly. they will return, as you say... i just... i miss them. i wish i could see them again, only today, now... the mayfair witch looked to him again, and the trees sighed with their own quiet yearning. perhaps they, too, missed looking upon the faces of flowers, and the lovely cherub asleep in their embrace!