The Sentinels the summoning

It quieted upon her gentle and ginger touch. the heavy weight within her soul was lifted; the darkness before her looked to be what she had called for, and It must have been that, to have come in tandem with the thunder as It had! and It had come from the sea, blessed Thing of skellige's domain: It must be good.

deirdre spoke to it: a fhios agam cén fáth go bhfuil tú ag teacht: skellige agus rannoch a chosaint, mar a d'iarr mé. i go raibh maith agat,

still as death, the beast was, but she knew It lived. she knew that to be true, as surely as she knew herself to be alive and before It. the warmth Its eyes cast told her so, and so intent was its glare, terribly familiar, that even when she was not looking to the fiery shade it was evident it was not the stare of Death.

deirdre felt a restlessness to get It away from the cold, but she wondered if the ocean was a comfort. could It walk? would It move with her to the forest? a coaxing nudge was offered to the creature of Beyond.