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

"Yes of course," Aria replies softly to the babe, smiling at her. The small witch then leaps up, bounding in the direction of their beautifully planted garden. It was the correct direction thus far-- thankfull-- but the young pup seemed to be following something, as she leapt like she was chasing a butterfly. Aria did not see anything, so she assumed it was nothing but childish nature. The girl followed the young Mayfair closely, smiling at her adorable ways.