The Sentinels sin deep my wicked angel

the pale girl appeared summarily, her charge in tow. "hello," lasher greeted, pleased that aria had taken her role to heart. "behati," he acknowledged also with a kind smile. punished though the girl was, he had not forgotten about her want to please the pack and serve them well. "it is you to whom i must speak, aria," the man intoned. "behati, please feel free to do as you please for this time, providing you stay within the borders."

when the gossamer child had gone, lasher invited aria to his side with a nod of his muzzle -- they walked in a comfortable silence for a time before he spoke. "what are your personal aspirations for the future?" perhaps it was a strange and vague way to begin, but the druid felt he must make some inquiries prior to letting her ascertain why he had called her to him this day.