The Sentinels uneasy lies the head that wears a crown

she lifted her head to take each sister into her gaze, to absorb and memorize every detail of their images that she could in her mind— these twins of white that were more like one another than either knew. "sisters," she whispered, finally, before returning to her restful position. she would not dissuade them from joining, for perhaps this was a calling of their father— to bring them together in healing. but she was a creature of few words and would listen to their conversation more than participate if they did remain.

emaleth, too, would sleep here long after their departure— for she so desperately wished to be near her father once more.