The Sentinels little lost witch

he followed fondly the steps of his beta with a gentle gaze, somehow relieved that she chose so close for her resting. if he was indeed in the presence of a mayfair witch, lasher did not wish to be alone with her, for he felt no wreathing of power as he had with julien, mary beth, angelique. 

ellie had died with vagueness upon her tongue -- lasher watched rowan inscrutably. a woman filled with questions about their line; he held the answers, all these long years, but he was loathe to give them. however, he settled himself and motioned that she do the same. "your mother, she warned you of us, of me, and still you come." a pause. "what are these questions you have?"