skill: seer 3/5 BWP

His chuff went ignored, and she did not fear. Saorlaith saw a great deal, although sometimes she pretended she did not. She didn't need to see Faolan's displeasure when she apologized and then sought to comfort him. He soured, not enough to alter his aura at all, but he did sour. Saorlaith would wait out the storm, knowing that they were both getting better at navigating the situation. It was not pity, never! She just cared about him, and sometimes it was hard to stop herself from trying to mother hen him.

Bright eyes try to take in any sort of difference - any color, any new sound, any little hum. She wasn't sure what she was feeling, if it was whatever energy field occupied the Golden Glade. Imagine what it will look like soon. Saorlaith said as she swept her eyes around. Soon - after the Isle no longer loomed in the distance, threatening them all. The moment that Eilidh pointed out the moss and began to anoint herself and then Faolan, she immediately fell in line, expecting that the three must be maintained.

The irony was that at some times they would have to wait on Saorlaith rather than either of her siblings. There were so many new things to experience. The air felt heavy though, the energy felt so charged. This place had surely known strife before. There had been so many emotions here. I heard they have a glow... but she hadn't *actually* laid eyes on one before.