The Sentinels Reaching a fever pitch

Sarah, she repeated, that's a nice name. And it was. It rang like a bell, short and clear.

Lucani lowered herself lightly to the ground, stretching out her front limbs, so she was more at Sarah's height. What's your favourite plant, Sarah? she posed the question. I rather like these daisies here, she gave the girl a clue to the type of answer she was looking for, nudging one of the tiny white flowers with her paw.