The Sentinels Composed upon Westminster Bridge

A high, lilting melody called over bird- and windsong, drawing Flaris into full attention and soon into quick chase of it. His feet carried him in eager glide, his pace slacking as another bewitching hark lifted with the golden forest motes around him. He paused to hear it to completion, before emerging graciously downstream and meeting the delicate gaze of Donnelaith's young regent. The earthy cavalier bowed his head to her, and when he lifted it again slowly, his cardinal eyes found the prone and dew-speckled form of another occupant of the Sentinel's shade. A duet, he thought, he had perhaps interrupted.

"My ears beseech you, fair songstresses. Please sing more to me."