The Sentinels Make the clock reverse

Well… she wasn’t exactly building a shining track record within the Sentinels. Why was connecting so hard? Had she really become that out of touch? That broken?

Kirain lay sprawled at the edge of a quiet riverbank, her aching body too weary to move any further. With a sigh, she turned her gaze to the two small treasures before her: a piece of teal sea glass, gifted by a dame who had shared wisdom with grace, and a glittering shell from a young lad bursting with life and hope.

She smiled faintly, thinking of them both, wondering where the tides had carried them. Hopefully to brighter futures. Her heart wished them well, wherever they were, building the lives they had once spoken of with such eager eyes.

But then came the thoughts she always tried to outrun, of her two closest companions. Gone. The word abandoned echoed in her mind like a cruel refrain. Her chest tightened.

Slowly, she lowered her head until her jaw met the cool earth, a heavy sigh escaping her. Her front paw reached out, gently brushing the shell and sea glass, as if touching them could summon the ones she missed most.