The Sentinels the witch's garden

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Aria nodded to the honey-coated girl, her white gaze falling down to Dierdre, who rejected the idea of being friends with her. Pride stung, but for a pitiful amount of ego issues, she brushed over it with a look away. The pale yearling moved on, her head high and shoulders straight. She did not walk stiffly, however, the only indication that Aria currently cared little for respect or mannerisms right now; it was simply the most comfortable way she held herself. 

The girl led the pair through the trees, ears perked as she kept alert for any threats or prey- none were heard. The sound of water, however, did eventually find her, and her tail wagged behind her. "It's nearby," she told the two, focusing on Eilidh for a brief moment before finding the younger Mayfair child. She wanted to mention the stream, but was unsure how her older sister would feel about taking Deirdre to it. Could she swim? Did she want to swim? Had to seen one before? Aria was unsure of all of these things. She kept to herself.

When the trio arrived, the trees had opened up into a small clearing. As most clearings had, there was plenty of sunny space inside, while the outskirts were shaded by the thick foliage above them. Just outside the clearing, where the trees were thick once more, little sun penetrated at all. Nearby, the sound of running water reminded them that there was a stream close by. She looked to Eilidh again, "What do you think?" she asked, head tilting as she looked to the girl hopefully. The pale beta had spent an unreasonable amount of time mentally mapping out the territory- it only seemed fit she'd have a place reserved for every occasion.