The Sentinels crawlersout

AW, but tagging the newbies @Lucani, @Renoir, etc. Tagging others for visibility.

Since the plague that had destroyed their home, Eilidh had been withdrawn and forlorn. She had lost her sister, her home was all but gone, and her tiny garden was wiped bare. Her heart tore at the thought of @Tachyon's betrayal, of @Emaleth's disappearance and subsequent return, and the way in which her life seemed to be falling apart all around her. The pale medic knew not what to do, and yet had to keep going, to keep trying anyway. 

Today she was sitting in the once beautiful clearing that had housed her garden, feet planted firmly in the dark soil, a darkness quickly turning tan as the sun baked all nutrients from its depths. Eilidh felt a hitch begin in her chest, and although she felt like crying, she tamped it down. Crying had never done her any good, and she had to be strong for Donnelaith. She was their medic, and she knew that the dried herbs stored in the nearby healer's den would serve them well for the next months.

For now, however, she tried to draw strength from the earth beneath her, and closed her eyes to whisper to the gods. Please, help. She turned her face heavenward, her golden form glowing in the sunlight that shone down upon her and the garden in which she stood, praying that something would bring her home back to life.

Crawlersout — Purity Ring