The Sentinels gayatri

oh how she grieves for him!  they are on the same wavelength, it seems — only, she has found her home while he still wanders.  she loves the way she feels when she is in the forest and upon the shores of the bay, for she can feel once more the blood coursing through her veins.  the travel down had been so raw and lonesome she thought she could die ... !

or perhaps that was teenage dramatics.  she was still prone to them; with lilia, it was the best thing or the worst thing that had ever happened, and there were very few shades of grey.  if it is company you desire, i have no shortage of time.  if it was a home, he'd have to impress more than just her easy heart.