The Sentinels little lost witch

she gave no true answer, but perhaps she had not. lasher watched rowan carefully for any sign that she knew of which she spoke, but found none. to be in her presence unnerved him, for she did not move him as had the mayfair witches of yore -- she did not veil herself, for it was clear she had no understanding of what it was she had been granted as birthright.

"foolish. like magick," the druid intoned, fixing her with a pointed gaze. "yes, when you feel the energies of the earth move under you, and you hear the sussuration of the dead whispering in the trees -- yes, yes. it is. and you hear these things, and will continue to hear them, until your dying day, for you are a witch, rowan mayfair, as was your mother, and hers before her, and hers before her. so on and so forth until suzanne! ah! you were drawn here," taltos went on, his eyes burning as they rarely did, "because of me, for i have served the witches all my years, and have fathered two -- if there is anyone who knows every dark secret of the mayfair clan, it is i, and that is why you have come!"