The Sentinels fairy blue, it is only for you that i would crush the stars

for @Dalia but open to anyone with the mayfair-cairn group <3

she could have avoided the ruined forest. she could have passed it by, let this one piece of ruin slip from her grasp — just this one. but she does not. perhaps she is drawn to destruction because she was born to it, molded from it; and where it cannot be found, she creates it herself. maybe it's better to seek such things than bring them. maybe that's why she hasn't turned back yet.
light steps carry her carefully through the ruins, gaze searching; there's little to do but watch and think in a place like this. she's careful to keep her movements as silent and unintrusive as she can, wary of disturbing the spirits that must lurk under the ashen debris. she thinks she can feel them moving around her, if she focuses hard enough, but she's not entirely sure. she'd never had much of a gift for sensing things, and all those she might ask are dead now. rotting into the ground their ancestors had walked for generations. pfft. all their grand legacy and all their carefully-practiced magicks and prayers had not saved them from death, in the end — maybe she's best off putting their teachings out of her mind. the tribes had never given her anything but fuel for her shame and self-loathing anyway.