The Sentinels a' caoineadh

@Bonario! <3

tall trees on trees on trees. lestan had never seen this place before — had he?
a voice, whispering. he whirled with shuddering breath, wide honeyblue eyes searching each stark slanted shadow.
whispering, ah, ah;
witch. witch.
"blossom?" lestan managed; next a warning, growled, teeth clicking;
just a witch. just yourself.
what?
head down, the mayfair began to quickly stalk in one direction but — witch. we see you.
the heart, suddenly knowing.