The Sentinels they picked up our trail

back to the place he could not leave behind, velen faced the destroyed forest, and this time he stepped into its embrace. the ground seemed to thrill beneath his paws, sending a glissade of riotous sensation through the boy that would have caused velen to stumble, had he attempted to move forward.
encased in the shadows cast by the fallen giants, evening shadows falling, velen closed his eyes and allowed himself the small amusement of attempting to summon @Ford with nothing more than his mind. if there was indeed magick here, then it ran in his veins — there was no reason why the boy could not seek to harness it now, even if he did not yet truly believe in his mother's tales.