The Sentinels rabbits playing with polar bears

"i am glad, too," she returned sincerely, "but i am restless." emaleth could feel change in the winds, a shift in the tone of the whispering trees. frisson. her mismatched eyes turned to deirdre, considering, and a beam of sunlight lit her sister from behind-- the illuminated hairs of her head creating a golden halo around the pale wraith. "you shall be a queen," the dark witch said with conviction, "but what shall i be?"