The Sentinels resolve and resolution

the young babe had learnt her eloquence from her father and mother both, who were both poetic and eloquent, full of beautiful words that she absorbed hungrily. truly the cub was an old soul; she worried for others without knowing why, when most her age might care only for themselves, as they had learned no other way and knew nothing else. but emaleth was much the same in this vein, she believed. they were selfless, and put service before self. princess of donnelaith she might be, powerful witch and sorceress she certainly was, but her love for others trumped the love she held for her own self. it was not something she recognized to that level, though perhaps lucani did.

the invitation was met with a nod. she'd be happy to move with lucani, and speak with her. the future, she sighed, knowing now more than ever it was not promised. early on she had learned of death, but as of yet she had not looked into the black eyes of it; but she felt its watchful eyes, and looked briefly over her shoulder in time to see a dark shadow pass through the treeline beyond them whilst lucani studied the horizon. i would like to follow in my mothers footsteps, and heal others. i would also love to care for my friends, the flowers; know them all, those that can heal and those that can harm. both beautiful, and both had their purpose -- though the latter she wished to know so that she could find their remedies, and see if there was any help at all they could give others. if she had any ambition to ascend, it had not occurred to her. i wish to aid others. i wish to help the forest grow, deirdre waved her tail at the thought. after a moment, she continued: i would also like to be like my father. i love him so, she waited a beat, i would like to speak with others the way he does. he helps me to see things, in a way that i never would have without his words. he was a sage man, a great man; deirdre loved him, as she had said, heart and soul.