The Sentinels to rest in gardens and wake in crypts

deirdre leant into the touch; she was comfortable with lucani, and openly loved the woman as swiftly as she had come to feel for skellige. the emotions were innocent yet confusing to her. one so young could scarcely know what attraction was, but 'twas innocent enough for a youth to consider those that they loved their own and covet a person.

she sighed and nuzzled lucani lightly, the gesture one of thanks. i am selfish for wishing he was living, still. he was in pain. his cough... it was a wretched thing. the spirits knew it was his time, they wished to take away his pain... the trees rustled with the wind they brought, a comforting yes, yes. she placed her head back upon her forelegs, her emerald eyes closing for a moment of quiet reflection.