The Sentinels If—

she accepted his words with the smallest of nods— if deirdre had welcomed him, she judged his character sound, and emaleth trusted her sister. the watcher would not need to scrutinize him, at least not as intensely as she might do of others. "flaris," she responded, "it is good to meet you. i am emaleth, twin of our queen." this was obviously not quite true, but she spoke of their entwined souls, each a half of something much greater than either. "the second of this pack. donnelaith is integral to my soul; it is my blood."