The Sentinels moving in reverse with no way out

"donnelaith," aria repeated once more, slowly and breathier. it was not one she'd struggled to say-- she'd said it plenty of times since her move to moonspear, but being here made the word feel so eerie. the strangers question begged to be answered. it was traced on her lips with such a hunger that the pale sylph could not simply ignore it, but she could not find the courage right away to continue speaking. the story needed to be told-- she needed to tell it, but she found that a pause helped. it helped her to regain some sanity, some composure, and gave the story-- though not on purpose-- just a bit more of a dramatic edge.

finally, her inky nose dipped slightly, and she replied; "i was taltos' right hand, his succeeder." i was the forest's princess, and then it's queen. her gaze rose, white, reflective oceans, to once again view the eclipsed wolf that sat before her. though, she didn't wait for a proper response before she continued. "i had dreams for the forest, it was my my home, after all-- but i was not it's crowned jewel," she said, tail shifting through the earth to wrap around her ash dusted limbs. "donnelaith was founded by taltos-- a member of the mayfair clan, and the mayfair's took the physical form of the forest itself."