The Sentinels celestial

our village thrives in the autumn season,
the children grow strong in body and faith.
we will send those who wish to accompany you,
but can not promise great numbers during the eve of winter.

the raven he'd sent out for saltlight returned with a whispering message. the dryad breathed heavy, for he knew of the weight in what he asked. they would send those with the will to lay foundations in foreign lands. he could not ask any more from his homeland, and sent the raven back with a many great thanks.

a part of him selfishly wished for the rapid growth of his desires. to see sanctuary built in a day. but he knew the most beautiful of creations took time to grow. for those that bloomed quick often withered quicker.

no, he would not rush the development of this haven. it would grow as the saplings did, slowly yet with great care. and it was in this great care that he took to the edge of the forest, to lay a light border not meant to dismiss, but welcome those who tread across it.

a beacon that there was purpose here — a light that could not be extinguished.