The Sentinels a' caoineadh

"to find blossom," lestan murmured thoughtfully, as if the thought had just occurred to him. he searched the tall man with near-frantic gaze, decided the stranger would probably know nothing about his daughter, and felt despair set in where there had been a momentary hope.
but where was that? she hadn't been on the coast, she was not in the bay, and she was not here. 
that left —
maybe she is one also. you would not know ... witch.
guilt chewed a hole in his gut, and at last lestan sat down hard. "i-i s-saw you. outside the c-creek. so l-long ago. is akavir still there? a-and arric?" names! bombardment! places! illusion! he started to hold his breath.