The Sentinels dusk, dark, and dawn in the age of gods

Witch was by far used to to the kind and excited way that most seemed to greet her with, and Starbuck was no different as she stepped forward to meet the pale flower. Her smile stretched wider, a soft coo falling from her lips, and she moved to take a step forward when another pale figure came from between the ancient trees -- this one was familiar, she found, her friend Muses -- and the girl turned to grin at her.

                     "Is COLD! Dun like it."

As if to prove her coat, the little girl fluffed out her coat and shook it out with an exgaggerated "brrrrr!" before giggling and turning to the sound of her name, beaming proudly and chirping her nickname after.

                                                                      "Witch!"

Finally prancing forward, the red-tailed girl pushed forward to snuffle at the newcomer and nuzzle at her legs.