The Sentinels Bring your love baby I could bring my shame

She saw a glimpse of the male she had met on the borders, watching him as he looked at her. He had the spark of life, that fire in his eyes that had quickened her down to her soul. "I have met your dear daughter, "  she began, offering a smile as she thought of the girl. "It is easy to feel her strength, her promise." Rowan could offer him that assurance. "It makes me wonder about my mother though. Anything is possible since I did not know my father, but, I doubt that someone without the power would be given a witch to raise." 


She regarded him for a moment, leaning into tease another tangle from behind his ear. "I am still grateful." She admitted. How could she not  be?