The characters are from Sentinals Banished, the 5th book in the Sentinal series- though these events are all made up for the #12DaysOfTurvywriting challenge and are out of sequence and do not exist in the book.
Leyarille is Jerrol and Taelia’s daughter, born at the beginning of Book 4, Sentinals Across time. She is now 17, as is Jared, Alyssa and Jennery’s second son.
Marianille and Birlerion are Sentinals, and step-brother/Step-sister.
Niallerion is a sentinal and Marianille’s husband.
Dec. 8: Travel
The next day a snow storm swept through Old Vespers, trapping everyone in their houses, where it was snug and warm.
“I’m glad we don’t have to travel anywhere this year,” Marianille said as she placed another log on the fire.” She glanced at her brother. “We need some more logs.”
“I’ll get them,” Jared offered, taking the basket and hurrying out the back of the house.
“Do you remember that time Versillion almost missed the dinner on Year End Eve?” Marianille asked and Birlerion gave a soft chuckle.
“I remember. He left it so late to leave the garrison, he almost didn’t make it. Pa was about to send us all out to search for him.”
“That was the last time we were all together,” she said with a melancholy sigh and
Birlerion leaned forward and squeezed her arm.
He glanced up at Niallerion, hovering behind her in concern and changed the subject. “Niallerion, what was the furthest you travelled to get home for Year End?”
Niallerion frowned in thought. “Probably when I was posted to Aguinti in Birtoli. It took over a week to ride back to Vespers.” He shuddered. “I was not prepared for the cold when I got home. My mother spent most of the time trying to tie me up in woollen scarves!”
“You shouldn’t be so skinny,” Birlerion said with a smile. “You need more fat on your bones to keep you warm.”
“Is that your excuse?”
Birlerion threw a cushion at him and then had to wrestle it back off him.
“Wouldn’t it have been quicker by waystone or boat?” Leyarille asked as Jared returned with the basket of logs, his hair and tunic covered in snow.
Niallerion held his hands up in horror. “Do you know how long it took to sail around the horn? No! Much quicker to ride. Mortelin was only half a day’s ride, so much quicker once you reached the East Road.”
Jared frowned. “But Aguinti is an island.”
“It wasn’t back then,” Birlerion said. “It used to be connected to the mainland before the floods. And Leyandrii hadn’t created the waystones, so it was by horse or on foot.”
“It was much easier to travel by horse,” Niallerion said, “unless you’ve got a ship like Roberion’s.”
“Now that would be the way to travel in style,” Birlerion agreed.