The Sentinels they picked up our trail

velen was not expecting ford's next question, for there was a great weight to a name, especially to rename a place already embedded in their lore and bloodline. and so for a long series of moments, the boy was silent, letting his eyes rove over the greyed details of the place where his mother had been born.
"ashenvale," he decided with a low reverence to his voice. the ash of the stricken redwoods were the charnel house for their grandfather, but what was once donnelaith still held the promise of greenery, the hope of new life.