The Sentinels godspeed on the devil's thunder

"i like the sound of both names," the druid admitted gently, "but sweetbriar has a lovely sound to it." how could he have overlooked this bloom in the very midst of donnelaith? though his heart sought still the sylph of the sea, but now he let his gaze twine with that of aria once more, a smile uplifting the edges of his lips in silent acknowledgement and approval. 

"what co-rank do you seek?" the alpha inquired, shifting their conversation as they meandered slowly through the small glen. he could see her suited to many things -- the silver of her tongue would be quite wasted upon naturalism or anything that took her far from the borders. aria, in his mind, was better meant for interactions, for diplomacy, and who better to carry the banner of donnelaith than a lovely girl with the dew of youth still fresh upon her withers?

he would not press the attraction -- he had communicated it as clearly as he would -- and his thoughts turned to blue willow, to emaleth, to deidre, and he found he missed them quite deeply.