The Sentinels Flower, gleam and glow

He claims to be a tramp, and though such a statement would indicate that maybe she should shoo him off, as trouble could follow him, it made her laugh, regardless. The sound of it was bright, melodic.

Nice to meet you, tramp. I am Solenya and, yes, I am alone here She followed his gaze down at her tokens, a protective paw covering them from view. They were hers to bury, hers to plant, and if he wanted, he could do the same—with his own offering. 

These items are…full of meaning, memories of my past are held within them. Offering them to the earth is my way of letting go and, from them, a new life will grow and flourish. So, too, will I. Gently, she placed her offerings into the hole, making sure they were covered generously with soil. Some day, she hoped, it would flourish and more would populate, surrounding her once again with the scent of home.

She turned her gaze back to the tramp. What brings you here?