The Sentinels to rest in gardens and wake in crypts

the sound of another approaching only caused her ears to flick absently. it was only the voice that caused her eyes to draw upwards, and when she saw lucani she looked away, utterly ashamed of herself for a moment. for she did not blame the medic for the failure of saving their father, but she did blame herself.

i must have done something wrong, only her voice spoke of how very worn she felt, for somehow she had retained her splendor. it seemed this was the only thing she would keep, as she lost so many other things, and though her beauty grew only greater it was nothing to what she would come to lose, and what she already had lost! her emerald eyes flit to the handsome lucani, who she had swiftly come to love, and she sighed. emaleth has gone. she was the witch with the emerald, her fathers inevitable successor, and she suffered alone so she would not burden anyone. that she had shared anything at all with lucani lifted some small weight off of her, yet she felt guilty for it. i am sorry... she had failed, hadn't she? her father was gone.