The Sentinels Little Wallflower

She wasn't alone very long, and the footfalls of the dainty woman brought Witch's ears fanning back moments before her baby blue eyes followed. The fire-kissed princess sniffled mistrustfully at the pale woman, but the low way she carried herself and the sweet voice that echoed in question, Witchhazel turned her body to the woman. 

The only thing she understood, however, was "hello". Herbs, of course, she knew, but what she was asking about them was unknown to the Convel-Quinzel. 


                              "Haiiiii."

Her honey-smooth baby voice squeaked out gently, and then she dipped her head to grab a gentle mouthful of the Borage. Her slim legs drew her forward slowly, and Witch tipped her jaws up to both present and offer the leaves to Muses.