The Sentinels on letting go

he shared in her grin, a smile of his own forming softly on the corner of his lips. she'd found a new enthusiasm in her steps, and for this the dryad could feel only delight.

"i wish you all the luck with your altar," he let out as a final sendoff. he waited for her begin her exit before he gave a last dip of his maw and turned to continue through the sentinels.

he paused after a few paces, sight turning to glance back in the direction of where they'd both once stood. they'd not exchanged names, and he wondered if he should call for her then.

but he did not, instead opting to believe that their paths might yet cross again in the future, and that they could properly introduce themselves then.