The Sentinels τέλος

He did not go far from them. His ashen form lingering behind their salt-kissed a respectfully large distance. Out of sight but never out of mind. He needed to check for the safety of where they had come to. The trees that stand are charred — weak — and others seem to have succumb to the ashy fate of something he cannot imagine.

Dark nostrils flared with displeasure at the place yet they did not have much option, did they? The displeasure of Thalassa secured their fate of no return. It stings slightly but their mother has never led them wrong and their father will nurse their wounds through the lonely nights. Even he, stoic as he is, seems to be touched with an inkling of sadness. Yet he would never dream of changing the course of history. Nausicaä is safe and they are all he is truly tethered to at the end of days.

Their cry causes his large, sharp ears to fly up. His silver eyes speedily search for their form as he closes any former distance between them. He had been in orbit before but much like a comet he was destined to close into them.

He does not speak when he arrives, merely saddles up to their side, shoulder against their's. He hopes he presence offers physical and emotional support to the Conduit. A soft rumble builds in his chest but is smothered out before it can escape his jaws.

I'm here.