The Sentinels to rest in gardens and wake in crypts

deirdre was hopeful; her father surely would have guided the herbs to grow in his passing, knowing what was needed. with his loss, he would make all right within donnelaith that he could. the spirits would help earth grow again, and she hoped that their magick had been done to the violets. shall we go and see for ourselves? she suggested, her optimism--even despite the darkness she had seen--breaking through her tones.