The Sentinels from the other side

Do you like to garden? The youth asks, and Ann's small smile blossoms into a full grin. "I do, Deidre. I do." The affirmation is accompanied by a head nod from the years-older woman, and they lapse into silence once again as each mulls over the information give. "And you?"

Ann's laugh is gentle; caring. Her eyes light up with what seems to be passion, passion for her hobby (and for a few years of her life, her job). The spark in her is ignited now, and all too suddenly, she feels a great sense of protectiveness towards the young thing. So small, so waif-like, so shy. She looks like she is worried, eyes staring into Andromeda's own, almost a drop of hope in a sea of timid fear. To wipe away all notions the girl might have of her being unkind or strange, the woman offers another nod.

"DOes gardening interest you too, child?"