The Sentinels an invocation

@Renoir had been a kind host, showing her the forest and as she walked along the lands Rowan could feel it. The steady thrum of life beneath her feet, still, it's deep slumber not forgotten by the world at large. Life could return here, Rowan knew it. She didn't need to close her eyes to see the Forest in it's full glory, the hear the call of birds and to smell the earthy scent kicked up by passing herds. Her grey eyes traveled slowly along the expanse of the trees, a small smile to her lips as her tail swayed in the breeze. There was much to learn here, she felt. 

left open if renoir wants to be present, if not, Rowan would be on the outskirts of the forest.