The Sentinels the witch's garden

as her sister explained, deirdre listened intently, unaware that she had pricked the pride of aria at all. deirdre had and never would mean to offend; she was young, and had yet to learn the lines of truth and omission of it when it might hurt others, as well as broader definitions of the word 'friend', which one day deirdre might consider any donnelaith allowed into its arms. the babe was presently more than a little shy, but in time she could surely warm when exposed to warmth, quite like a plant herself.

she followed aria and eilidh, content to keep closer to eilidh but as time passed, drifting to the center of the pair. the pale trio paused in a clearing, and deirdre looked at the shafts of light that united at its very center. she sprung into it, looking upward so that the sun would warm her, tail waving slowly behind her. at aria's question she looked to her sister, wondering what she did think. was this a good place for what they sought to accomplish?