The Sentinels young as the morning; old as the sea

she emerged from the shadows cast by the sentinels as deirdre spoke of her, for emaleth was truly never very far from the queen. their crowns were new, and though the white witch was donnelaith's true queen, the fhaireoir oíche was hesitant to allow much distance between them. it was not for lack of trust in deirdre, but for a desire to protect as she always had. emaleth was no warrior, but she was the queen's protective shadow, for there were those that would take advantage of her sister's purity and innocence.

she felt no such ill will from the stranger before them, though she still took her silent place by deirdre's side, mismatched eyes locked upon the man. probing, intelligent. as he and deirdre spoke, emaleth would gain measure of him.