The Sentinels fibonacci spiral

forward dated a few days since she was just at rosing's borders

Disappointed that her trip across the Wilds had proved fruitless, Starbuck went next to where her heart told her. Donnelaith, by the sea, where the wolf-witch Deirdre lived. 

She arrived at nightfall, the last of vestiges of a brilliant sunset bleeding, pale, into the horizon. Stars were visible above, a cornicopia of stars whose constellations weaved a thousand stories of a thousand heroes and monsters. The stars held the hopes and history of every beast that had looked up and seen stories in the sky. Starbuck drew from that power and used it to bolster herself and, when she felt steady, she tipped her nose to the sky and called for whomever led Donnelaith's attention.