The Sentinels fairy blue, it is only for you that i would crush the stars

the pretty girl is friendly, forthcoming — it's odd to ashari, but she doesn't bother to question it. she is a stranger to such extroversion herself, but soaks it up as eagerly as an addict fiending for the next fix. a smile graces her own features at the introduction. dalia, she repeats — what a pretty name! it's nice to meet you. i'm ashari — but, um, most people just call me ash. she pauses, glancing out to the forest again and then back to the girl; she still can't imagine why she would be in such a place. so, is the forest...  special, or something? to you?