They hold watch over The Beast.
It came from within The Gleam.
Lysander is perched on a high branch in a tree that’s stood bare since before last summer. His eyes scan The Basin like the owl will scan a field lit by twilight, then his gaze finds his soulbride. When he sees what approaches her rear, he shrieks raging war and shatters the high branch to splinters with the force of his takeoff.
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