The Sentinels the witch's garden

deirdre had been walking with her mother, trailing her outside the realm of in. with the new warmth came new permissions and it seemed that she and emaleth were granted brief interludes into the outside world. the babes were veritable rapunzels, kept away for all the hell that had been wrought upon donnelaith. the young beauty was invigorated once outdoors, the whole of her singing natures song. she stopped for every bud she saw to touch it gently and wish it well in its growth, and it seemed no blade of grass would be left alone by her, either, as she vigorously inhaled the fresh, dewy scent of it. 

blue willow paused as she herself did, and deirdre remained distracted long enough to hear the greeting. her saucer-like ears pricked as her eyes sought the wolf her mother had named. in a step that befitted the season upon them, the young, strong witch approached with a wave of her tail. hi! she beamed, and moved to lurk beneath eilidh and investigate whatever it was she stood upon now. there was so much of the world, and she was only just beginning to see it! she nosed the large paw of her sister, so that she could see whatever rest beneath it.