The Sentinels the summoning

the sea thrust from its embrace something it had swallowed whole long ago, only to spit out, back to earth, now.

had deirdre not observed the whole thing perhaps she, a believer, would have denied the claim--but there, here, It was. while others might see the creature as revolting, deirdre fretted and worried over It; It scuttled closer, and deirdre swept that way, as the seafoam that gently lapped at the beings feet to comfort It would.

the furious note It released was that of great sorrow and loneliness to deirdre, who had, in her saddest days, sang a similar note--but she failed to notice the differences, and the deadly dissonance within it.

her muzzle hovered over its oily furs, saltlicked and seaweed-laden, and she let out a patient whine. she was not sure what tongue he might understand, but all beasts understood the language of heart, even those without one would know that aid was being offered, if it would only be enabled to be received.