The Sentinels She plays a thrilling violin, painful and sweet

feel free to skip/ignore or acknowledge her, this is more of a cameo and i don't want to hold things up. :)

she was the watcher of the wood, one with its shadows— and though her place in donnelaith's leadership continued to feel fragile, emaleth believed with all her heart that deirdre was meant to be the forest's queen, and knew she belonged near her sister. and that made it easier, though dark doubts continued to flutter in her mind. she struggled to feel connection with any but the white queen, for even eilidh had become withdrawn and distant from her. the mayfairs were dwindling, an unspoken fact that haunted the young witch.

emaleth paused in her solitary walk when she could make out the voices of two women. she peered around the trunk of a sentinel, mismatched eyes taking in the pair— one of donnelaith's own, and a stranger. although it was her right to interfere, the dark child remained there to observe and listen. she would show faith and trust in her pack mate's ability to protect their sacred wood; and yet she wished to understand the other, perhaps even learn from her.

if lotte noticed her, emaleth would give a nod of acknowledgement and still keep her place in the darkness of the wood— but she was here, should the woman have need of her.