The Sentinels on letting go

Barbatos led, and Ariadne followed, enchanted and wonderstruck by the subject matter. This one understands now how to feel the earth, she admitted as they stood where the sand and dirt met. She wriggled her toes, concentrating as she honed in on the earth's pulse; how had she never felt this before? It is strange, but I like it. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply, as she tried to take note of everything she felt.

"spirits of forest and sea collide."
"nurses of coursing power and life."
"tend to deadwood, wounds of old."
"restore strayed beauty, back to blooming hope."

She opened her eyes and smiled, listening to the words he sang and feeling them in her soul. She wasn't sure what it was about this man, but he brought out her ability to connect with the land in a way she never had; a guide for her to learn these new skills.

spirits of forest and sea collide."
"nurses of coursing power and life."
"tend to deadwood, wounds of old."
"restore strayed beauty, back to blooming hope, she repeated.