The Sentinels Little Wallflower

December 27th: Witchhazel is no longer active in this thread.

Though Witch's eyes had cleared and her sight was better than ever before -- when, in fact, she didn't realize it actually got better every day, there were just so many other more noticable things happening to her as well -- she would find that, looking back, her memories would be as fragmented and blurry as her eyesight had been in their first days. She would remember the thing's she'd learned, the people she'd met, but the visual aspect of it would be almost unrememberable. For instance, while she remembered everything her mother had ever done for her and their siblings -- like taking them over those mountains early in life, despite the fact that Witch didn't know why they'd gone -- but now.... She wasn't sure she could remember the exact lines of the silvery womans face, the details that made her unique from another pale wolf. With each thing the growing girl learned, those visual memories were shoved into the deepest parts of the mind she couldn't ever hope to access.

Muses was a new face to learn, one she was more likely to remember -- the woman leaned in, tail wagging gently behind her and face spread in a wide smile. Witch wasn't a pup to be startled easy, as mistrustful as she could be in the first moments of an encounter, but already the calm, motherly vibe the creamy flower got from Muses made her willing to trust. Her thanks reverberated within the Convel-Quinzel as pride, and her own cardinal tail fanned behind her. Hazel parroted the thank you happily, as if she liked it so much she wanted to hear it again.... It also sounded like she was thanking Muses for, who knows, maybe taking them? 

                                 "Thank 'ew!"

It didn't seem Muses knew what they were either, but she was glad all the same the older woman liked them. She knew what "help" meant, and "gather". Squealing in joy, she turned and leapt for the Borage piles, bowling through them and freezing to gaze up as the wilted, frosted leaves fluttering down on the two of them. Now, they could gather them again!