The Sentinels Make the clock reverse

Solenya is a beautiful name. Thank you for your kindness.

A gentle wave of relief passed through her. She wasn’t in hostile territory, and for once, that was enough to ease the tightness in her chest. Far too often, she’d wandered into places where cold stares and harsh words waited. She was tired of that. So very tired.

An invitation to hunt?

The offer rang strangely familiar, echoing somewhere deep within her. A memory stirred, him. And just like that, the fragile light she’d been clinging to flickered… and dimmed.

Ah… I’m afraid I’d only slow you down, she admitted, her voice soft with self-consciousness. I’ve a terrible habit of ignoring my needs on long travels. I’d be no more help to you than a stumbling pup.

The thought pulled a dry, almost apologetic laugh from her, heat blooming in her chest, not from effort, but from embarrassment.