The Sentinels to rest in gardens and wake in crypts

They walked in silence to the river, and Lucani felt it was a sweet silence. Crisp and kind and welcome.

When they reached the water, Deirdre looked to Lucani, and in that moment the older woman saw something peeking out from a clump of short weeds. She frowned. Impossible... she murmured. Tiny white and purple flowers stretched from green stalks. A water violet. But they were exceptionally rare, and Lucani hadn't expected them so soon and so near... life didn't work like this...