The Sentinels Take me out, and take me home,

How serendipitous that she find others roaming this forest! The chances were slim, or so she believed, unaware of how false fate truly was in this little written universe. She was imagining all kinds of things to herself - lewd things, tricky things, innocent games and curiosities, when a familiar voice drew her out of her head; when Ibis looked around she didn't see anyone at first, which was odd. Maybe her imagination had taken on a life of its own? Oh - but she smelled something too, almost like lillies, but cloying like fresh honey, and that drew her around the base of one massive tree to where Lenny lingered.

A shaft of light caught upon the girl's smooth, dark face. Warming the silver-blue of her eyes a touch, and drawing Ibis' attention because of it. She recalled the woman from days ago, and found her eyes roaming across her to trace the white blotch at her breast, and back again. Oh! Hello, she murmured, and would have said more - but someone else came along.

This second shape was vastly different. They were young, like Ibis. Pale, except masked, and at first she thought it was Mal following her - perhaps eager to play another game, but as soon as she thought of that she wanted to deny him; it hadn't been enough the first time. But this stranger's face was a little wider, and their eyes softer. When they spoke it wasn't anything like Mal's deepened voice, and there was a calm affect to how they moved -- oh, she was staring.

Ibis, she introduces, side-stepping around poor Lenny in order to drift around this newcomer; he was more intriguing to her because of how unknown he was. And why did his eyes look so big? How soft his coat appeared, luxurious and healthy... Soon she had pranced all around him like a hungry little bird trying to find the best piece of suet; and then she was sidling up to Lenny again, conspiratorial, and asks her (not all that quietly:) You know him?