The Sentinels One love

"About hag - I beg to differ," Osprey said with a good-natured smile. "Hag o' the hills and the one from the forest ain't so bad. One of them actually is very good-looking." In some cultures no one even believed or trusted you as a village hag, if you didn't have torn ears, scary looks, warts on your nose and what-not. Since no one ever expected a hag to be something she was not (aside from the trade-mark looks), Osprey preferred this name. Sorceresses in her eyes had always seemed less trustworthy and more tended to doing either vile or extra-noble deeds, taking up initiative and responsibility. And those last two things the elder had always tried to avoid. 

"But since it is your choice - so be it. I will be a Sorceress to you," she wondered, if she should tell the girl about the nicknames she and Charon had given each other, but decided against it. The matter was a bit too private to be discussed at the first meeting and... if the story was retold later, she would figure Osprey out in no time. "In fact I am - I may jinx you just as well as do a favor. That depends, of course, who is asking."