Stavanger Bay to light a candle is to cast a shadow

It was not something that he found enjoyable, but the yearling had found something in the bay that had captivated him. Something equally profound had drawn him to the remnants of the forest where his mother had lived. The beginnings of new life and the ash that had been washed away from the woodland and into the trenches nearby where it would leave no mark and soon vanish. Though the rainfall had been dismal, Knaven could not help but to feel some amount of gratitude that it had washed away the memories of that fire and cast a new light on the sentinels.
 
The young druid stood on the edge of the bay and the wood, a pensive expression on his features. He peered into the forest and frowned. Knowing that it had been a number of years since the damage had occurred, it only made sense that it would be years before the sentinels were ever returned to their former glory. Knaven could not help but wonder what it would be like to watch something like that but found the thought too fanciful to hold his attention for long. He turned away from the border of the sentinels and back to the sea with a quiet exhale.