The Sentinels these feelings

Rowan had no training. She had no invocations, no proper words or whispers to offer. No knowledge of what she should have done, but what she lacked she made up for in spades in raw talent. She was doubled many lines over, she had the blood to back the power that ran through the Mayfair line. Rowan licked her lips, only turning her eyes from the small plot of land to peer at the other pale woman who approached. She could feel a power in her too, different wholly than Lasher's was. 

She ducked behind a tree and Rowan gave the faintest smile. She could feel the young witchling, even if she couldn't see her clearly, and had she not spotted her she would have felt her all the same. "I won't bite." She said with a small smile. "Come here - you.....I can feel it. Can you?" She asked curiously.