The Sentinels When you come and break my heart, free my blood.

Dagfinn did not even speak before he took his kaksonen up on her plea. They had a constant competition over who was faster, better, stronger, and this time was no different. He raced off, out of her forest and into the field beside it. He knew that Lotte was nearby, probably on his heels and gaining, but he tried to ignore that in favor of going faster.

Eventually, though, their race turned into what it always did: a dance. Neither could best the other, and they remained side-by-side as they streaked through the land, weaving and bounding and leaping around each other as they removed themselves from the land where their problems laid and traveled to a place where only they existed. Only Lotte and Dagfinn.