The Sentinels i scramble for the light to change

Towering among the new is the old, dead where they stand on their feet and cause for worry as the High Priestess ventures on. Should the wind be strong enough, and nature will it, those titans would come crashing down. There is evidence of this in various places, broken fallen logs splattered along akin to graveyard.
“Hey!” Slender shoulders jump, poofed fur ruffled for a moment. So lost in her thoughts she hadn’t noticed the approach of another. Alas, a soft smile curves across her lips as she shifts purple eyes to the beauty—roguish and confident. Oh, hello there.