Sequoia Coast come back! even as a shadow, even as a dream.

deirdre listened to him, her heart lifting as he spoke of emaleth. but that she was not well did come as a surprise to her, and she frowned--maintaining her loveliness, as nothing could seem to mar her pretty features--at that. a part of her felt that she would know for certain if her emaleth was in danger, that she would feel it in the core of her being. there was another part that worried that she had not been heeding much of anything, since her father had passed--perhaps she had felt something and ignored it, selfishly so! she looked over her shoulder, debating this, quiet for the moment as she contemplated. he could see her helenistic profile, then, as she looked to the sea. she listened to the distant trees for an answer in what to do. she mulled for long minutes; she remembered peregrine, and how donnelaith had aided him, but this man smelled of nothing she knew.