The Sentinels she was made of flowers and satin and velveteen dreams

Aria was some ways away still, careful not to frighten the young pup. She moved forward when spoken to, and could now see that this wasn't any work of art. The flowers were not laced together-- it seemed they had been tied together, but each of the stems were broken and oozing with water juice. "It's still lovely," Aria assured the babe, who appeared very disappointed in her work. She smiled to Deirdre, and her ears perked when the pup asked to go to the garden.

"Of course, do you remember how to get there?" the snowy princess asked, but even if she didn't, Aria knew where everything was-- she would get them there.