The Sentinels Know you hear me

The gardener ceased her digging with Starbuck's arrival, reflecting on the hard work she had put into the space. Your love and diligence in your labor shows, she said sweetly, drawing closer to sniff one of the plants. A wry little smile flit across her lips. It is lovely to meet you, Tansea-though-some-call-me-Tansy. She giggled. I am Starbuck. Will you tell me what you're growing in your garden? And, perhaps I can help you with your digging?