The Sentinels hear the ocean breathe, exhale upon the shore

her delicate silhouette cuts against the foam-flecked shores of her mother's claim, backlit by the muted wash of early morn.  at her feet were waves churn against indomitable walls, and o'er her head tower the charred bones of donnelaith.  a chilly tug of ocean-breath tousels through her fur and in that moment she can feel them here:  deirdre, emaleth.

it is more astonishing and breathtaking in person than even the image that her parents' tales had crafted in her mind's eye.  broad strokes of her long legs draw her up the blackened cliffside, thin muzzle pointed towards @Ford and the bay.

The forest beside the bay had been something of a conundrum for the inkhound. He had found himself drawn to it, in some aspect. Just as strongly, he had felt himself repulsed by it. For all of the stories that his mother had shared with them of the looming trees – all the magic – he did not expect to find it in such a sorry state. The titan was reminded of it every time the wind carried ash into the bay. Ford knew that life would return to the wood, but he did not know when.

Standing on the edge of the world, the scent of his own blood seemed to take him and hold him captive. He cast a look over his shoulder once, and then to the other one where he saw the sandy coat and lengthy limbs of his willow-legged sister. Lilia seemed as though she was occupied with her approach, and so the warhound waited with a calculated gaze.

he does not turn to face her nor burden her presence; once, when she was younger it might have offended her to be neglected in such a way.  had it been anyone else, it might have offended her still today.  But she knew him in the way that blood knows blood and her gaze settles without malice over the broad peak of his shoulder.

she moves to his side as the ash stirs around their ankles, and breathes deep of his scent, of rannveig and velen.  

the bay? she questions while unquestioning, sure that her brothers have found the land of their birthright.

There was something relieving about her presence there. The titan was not certain that he could have endured the constant pressure of Velen and Rannveig for much longer. There was something hauntingly familiar about Lilia; it was as though she eased the war inside of him simply by existing. If he attempted to dig deeper, perhaps it could be said that it was because of her similarities to their mother. Perhaps, it was something more than that. As it was, Ford was not good at searching his own emotions. He believed that they were useless things with very little purpose, and that left him with a hollowness that would never be filled.

The bay?

The warhound placed a smile on his features, and swept his gaze to meet her. Then, he tossed his muzzle in the direction of their intended claim. “We've found it, and we have already started to grow our numbers,” he explained to her. The rich smokiness in his baritone voice lingered on the air before it vanished. There was a pride in what he said; they were accomplishing what they had intended to do.

“It is good that you are here, Lilia...”

"it is good you are here, lilia," he says, and she cannot help the way her heart seems to swell.  yes, she thinks, it truly is!  for just the same as he felt towards her she returned.  out of all of their siblings, there was something about @Ford that quelled her inner turmoils.  

she'd never doubted that they'd be successful, but to hear that their numbers had already swollen past the mayfair-cairns was beyond pleasing.  i am glad to be here, she says softly, husky voice silenced by the wind, would you show it to me?  there is nobody she'd rather have at her side when she sees the bay for the first time.

The sandy girl stated that she was pleased to have been there, and there was some great amount of relief in knowing that without having to prompt it. The skeletal titan feared that they would not all gather there, in spite of what had been intended for them. Morrigan still had not found her way to the new wilds, and he could not entirely recall when he had last scented her on the wind. There was a part of him that wondered if their sister had returned back to the islands of their birth – if it had been too much for her to leave their mother behind. Again, he could not understand the attachment of an emotional bond.

If there were ever another soul he could have been close to feeling that way about, she was the one who stood at his side. She was the one who requested that he show her where they would likely live out the rest of their days.

With a low bow, Ford moved through the ashen earth and charred brush toward a small opening. He shouldered it aside to make way for them to step through. Once on the other side, the warhound trotted down the small slope that ended with glorious sandy beaches. The waves lapped against the shore as though they were greeting him, and the titan felt as though they were. His mismatched gaze turned back to latch onto his sandy sister. For a moment, he simply stood so that she might take in all that they had inherited.