The Sentinels she was made of flowers and satin and velveteen dreams

the babe looked warmly up to aria, who commended her work despite her failings. her tail pat against the earth, a timid, you think so? coming from her without her knowing it. as she glanced to the ground, deirdre did think there was a loveliness to the mess. she was partial to her flowers, and when you loved something, was it not always beautiful?

the witch looked beyond aria when asked the question, and then back to the pretty pale she-wolf. yes, the cub murmured; just beyond aria was a floating wisp, the very thing that guided her to the proper places. it might be invisble to the others eye, or perhaps it was a tangible thing that could be seen in its phosphorous state! but she sprang in its direction, to lead the way to their garden.