The Sentinels donnelaith

she felt him there, but her eyes did not remove themselves from what they held, because a shape was gathering—

it was no specter, this time. a true shape formed in the shadows. ocean blue, emerald green—

the outpouring of her name was a euphoric, elated i love you—her summoning had been heard, her dreams had been granted—emaleth! time had separated them, and disaster; they knew terrible turmoil, had forgotten it only to remember it again. but if that road led to this moment, to here, deirdre could not know regret or anger anymore.

a gentle breeze stirred the wilds to life, the forests exhale of relief. their magick lived with them, and the forest seemed to quiver in its own delight of knowing.