The Sentinels ghost on the shore

deirdre sprinted toward the scent and next, the song! her own voice rose to join her sisters, and the melody that poured through donnelaith was that of unfettered love and power. the forest, sleeping, awoke and sang its own song to them both; it had always been whole for deirdre, but now it was fuller than it had ever been since her own fathers passing. a piece of her, returned!