The Sentinels on letting go

in all that she could have said, and all that she could do, nothing brought the dryad more joy than to have her accept his teaching with open arms. she did not question why they walked or why he sang for the forest, she simply accepted.

her voice was pleasant, and he let himself breathe in the hope of her repeated words. he turned to her then, and thought her dovelike.

"you know how to sing for sea now," he started, an affectionate smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"it is my hope that your altar stands strong, and that your song is heard far and wide across the sea."