The Sentinels And if the house just keeps on winning

Maia'd returned with birds in tow, handing them off to @Arcturus and @Wraen.  Her relationship with her sister was solid as ever after their talk, but she still wasn't quite sure what to make of her friend.  He was quiet, and seemed nice enough, but something made her hesitant to get to know him.  Maybe it was that feeling like she was a bit of a third wheel.  The little sister tagalong.  It was her own mind completely, of course, but it didn't make it exactly easy to cozy up.

Shallow conversation suited her anyway.  As did exploration, and she was doing a lot of the latter lately.  Today she was tromping the western edge of the forest, where the sentinels met the bay.  The ocean sure was pretty, she thought, staring out at the vast blue expanse.  Almost as pretty as the sky, especially with that same twinkle when the sun hit it.  She wondered if there was maybe an opportunity there.  She'd told stories of wolves who lived in the stars.  Maybe they had a sister pack, some group who made their homes in the sea?  White wolves, with fur soft as sea foam, and eyes that shone cerulean....

She got caught up in the making of it, and was soon talking softly to herself.  It was a habit she'd always had, but she'd picked up more of it traveling alone.  There should be a leader, like a King?  No, maybe a council, since that's kinda boring...  More thinking.... For a villain, maybe something like... hmmm...