The Sentinels Change the Fates' design

To see how brightly Solenya lit up at her words brought another swell of pride to Kirain’s chest. Soulblooms, what a touching, sentimental concept.

She couldn’t help the blush that warmed her cheeks as Solenya spoke. Kirain of the Lily? A symbol of fresh life and rebirth? Could she truly claim a title like that? Doubt fluttered at the edges of her thoughts, but she clung to the notion anyway, tucking it away like a fragile gift.

Thank you, Solenya, she said softly, her voice filled with quiet appreciation. She truly was grateful, to have met such a warm, accepting soul who saw beauty where Kirain often saw brokenness.

Solenya’s thoughts offered yet more food for reflection, and Kirain found herself craving that depth more and more.

Noticing her companion continuing deeper into the woods, she followed without hesitation. Solenya might have been lost in thought, but Kirain’s gaze stayed forward.

Every tree, every fern, every flower, she drank it all in, searching.

She was looking for something.

She was searching for home.