The Sentinels hear! come! i call thee forth

Last post from me. <3

Her dark form shrank against the wind, though she did not avert her ears from her father's chant, nor her eyes from the storm he had summoned. Emaleth drew near him as his chant subsided, uncertain what the look in his gaze meant-- only that she sensed a shift in him, as surely as she had felt the shifting of the weather. It felt wholly as if the joy had been stolen from her heart, and the child did not understand.

It was her first brush with empathy, and it would not be her last.

She circled around his forelegs, then bumped her head against his chest in a display of affection. "Dear father, dear heart," little Emaleth told him. "I love you, I love you, I love you."