The Sentinels in the darkening of the year

Sorry for the delay; wanted to give others more time to join & got distracted myself. Last round.

Her heart soared upon seeing Eilidh join them, and then faltered -- along with her words -- as the white ghost of Donnelaith disappeared through the trees. Emaleth felt her heart shatter, turning her head away from the small group that had gathered and to look upon Deirdre. As she knew her sister would, the forest's queen spoke of their father; simple, respectful. She could only bow her head in response, for there was little more to say, and allowed a few beats to pass for others to join if they wished.

When none did, the dark witch spoke once more, this time with a quiet intensity, "Though you do not speak of them, their souls and memories are welcome in Donnelaith, so long as they bring no harm with them."

She pushed a leaf forward from where it had been hidden in the shadows of her legs. It held a small gathering of seeds cupped within, and she offered, "This, too, is your choice. These are seeds of the morning glory, and their effects will aid you in seeing the spirits of your ancestors. You only need but a small mouthful."

Emaleth bowed her own head, taking perhaps a teaspoon of the seeds, and moved to allow others to come forward. "Remember them, honor them, and they will protect us. So mote it be." She knew her words had grown stale, choppy; her confidence had been shattered, her heart broken once more. With a bump of her muzzle beneath Deirdre's chin, the dark watcher of the forest left its wolves to do what they would.