The Sentinels metanoia

his company was found in the form of woman. her coat spoke of washed earth, her eyes of evergreen. she beheld the glow of motherhood, and he thought her one of the epimelides — a shepherd, a protector. 

his spirit sung to her as she spoke foreign tongue, his eyes those of an inquisitive student. she complimented him, and his heart thrummed in exalted delight.

"the spirits have blessed me with such a voice," he revealed as wind swept by to dance between them. "i am thankful you find it pleasing."

it was not of his own being that he sung the songs of enlivenment. he was endowed by nature, his lifeblood bonded to earth and sea.