The Sentinels she was made of flowers and satin and velveteen dreams

I'M SORRY. I KNOW I HAVE TWO THREADS WITH DEIRDRE BUT SHE'S SO PRECIOUS ):

She wandered through the territory quietly, moving through the trees swiftly. Her white pelt stood out more than she felt comfortable with, but there was nothing she could do about it. The girl was a glowing moon in the depths of the night, and could be seen for miles... but she was not the only one. Against the darkened forest -- even so early in the evening -- Aria spotted a small patch of white. She moved towards it, picking out the sweet, pale witch. The beta smiled.

"Miss Deirdre," the girl murmured as she approached, hoping the younger would not shy away. "It looks lovely," she added, studying the garland the babe had seemingly created. As keen as she was on beauty and nature, Aria had never done, no.. had time for -- such a thing. She was intrigued, impressed even. She lowered her head to be on more even grounds with the small princess, curious how she would react.