The Sentinels wargemont

she frolicked ahead, as she was wont to do within donnelaith, and looked back to him with a delighted little grin and a giddy laugh; to bring her friends around so swiftly would be lovely, and the thought did bring much happiness to her heart and soul that longed for their soft touch! deirdre smelt of lavender, still, but there was no lavender left within the world they moved in. but together, they might bring some back to this place, and ignite donnelaith in the flame of their color.

the trees whisper to one another. the trees see things before others do, but deirdre could not heed the redwoods as they caused the kind renoir to fumble. she looked bewildered as one moved against him in the way they could, and a softly accusing look was offered to the redwood—how could they do this, when they knew he sought to bring back their beloved companions, their most beautiful of brethren?—and drifted over the spot he had fallen. she gasped worriedly, and asked, are you alright?