The Sentinels i will never let your people go

"@Emaleth, attend me and listen." the druid stood upon a rock that jutted from the earth, uncovered from where it had been hidden in the now-lost grasses. he faced toward the sea and was quiet for a moment. the time had come to impart all that he had learned over his time with the witch-clan to is daughters, and if he was to be punished for assuming the role of a witch when he was not, let it be in the afterlife.

by day, he would teach emaleth, and by night, deirdre. and so the sun was high overhead when he looked back to the dark little sorceress, and smiled. "are you listening?"