The Sentinels yours immortally

worry.  of course there had been worry in rowan's heart, she who carried his babes, she who had been driven out of donnelaith! where she was meant to give birth! lasher harboured no malice toward aria, nor constantine; he knew they believed this to be the best and most natural course of action, but his heart broke for poor rowan and the burden she would carry for all time.

he sensed deirdre's fear, and his arms ached to hold her close as he had done when she was small, but the gentle, green-eyed creature was a child no longer, save for her innocence of worldly things. may she always remain as such, he hoped within his spirit. to rule! ah! "you are the one for it. your sister also; heirs to donnelaith in a way that your brothers and eilidh are not." lasher loved well all his children but he did not sense in his first litter the raw selflessness he saw in deirdre.

all at once there came a gentle chiming, and the druid's countenance fell. "dear one -- dear, sweet child, i must leave you now, i fear." there followed a sigh. "but i shall come to you when i can. be strong, and put donnelaith first in all things. i love you."

and with that the spectre of the wolf faded into what appeared to be fairylights, dancing momentarily before they too transitioned into nothingness.