The Sentinels And I Will Walk 804.672 Kilometers!

Engel could only picture Awinita's mother, someone like an older Awinita. Someone kind, who sang...he could not help but think more and more about Heartha. She had been so kind as well. "She sounds like she was a great mother...Like someone I once knew" he spoke softly. Though she rarely saw Heartha as scary, ever.

"Well, Awinita" he began, he wasn't sure how to continue this conversation, though he didn't exactly have anywhere to go just yet. "I'm sure you had somewhere to be...I might hang about here for a bit. Maybe sing more, walk about."