The Sentinels reunion

I’m Racharra. And you are Liezhal.

Though excitement wriggled inside, she felt subdued by a forgotten pang. Long Rain shook her head. I am called She Who Dances in the Long Rain. She was proud of her entire name, not just the part of it she was usually called. It had been bestowed upon her in ceremony, and she kept this memory more fondly than others.

If she’d been privy to her sister’s bit of jealousy she would have laughed. She hated Tarantula and what he had selfishly done to her – taken her! Without a thought as to how it might affect her. Sure, he had confessed at a time he thought appropriate; he’d been honest about everything, down to his reasoning for her kidnap.

But what did that account for when the damage was already done? When she had been ripped away from her siblings, from the wolf she thought was her father, from the possibility of a reunion with her missing mother. He’d done so much damage for so little rationale. A senseless crime and untold repercussions…

I forgot I was missing you, Long Rain admitted. She bent her head forward, tail wagging as she reached to touch her sister for the first time since they were children.