The Sentinels "Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land

it had been by chance that the dryad toed the eastern edges of the woodland today, his march steady, his breath thin. the autumn air brought a crispness to his lungs he'd not felt for many moons now.

it roused him to attentiveness, his focus set upon the creatures that made their home within the scorched deadwood. he was but a guest to their realm, and it was his desire to not disturb them from their residence.

he sought only to know of their company, so when time slowed and relationships bloomed, that he might call on them as friends.

it was in this passion that his paws pressed him forward through the thicket and growing underbrush. it was here that he found the pleasant discovery of an aerandir. his pace paused to call for her, a warm beam extended to invite her near.