Infinitely curious, brought up beneath boughs and trees to listen, to discover, to nestle and gather information, the sylph hastened the opportunity extended towards her, became a willing follower towards the heralded garden, draping a smile to each individual. She tried not to forge a steady gaze on the pulsing mist or flick an ear towards the waves crashing into rocks and cliff sides, allowed the memory to burn away as often images do; become little holes to pick apart later. Grateful and obliged, she dipped her head towards the destination, eyes widening, brightening, at the speculative trappings of soil, marvelous, idyllic, chaste and quaint. She loved every bit of it, from the burrowed herbs, neatly lined, to the promise of a greenhouse along the sides; and quirked just a hint of a brow as she noted a trace of poisons within the bed, sleeping soundly with curatives. An impish curve to her lips broadened and expanded with a minute glance towards Alysanne, then a more curious gaze set upon Resplendence, because while the other femme didn’t appear to be one who indulged in toxins or venoms, Lena was elated, delighted, pleased to see there was bite beneath the layers of innocence. Saying nothing of it, raising her head in appreciative gestures, she traced her grin back towards the dun beneath the canopies, draped and lavished in ebullience, in contentment. “What a lovely garden! I’m so thankful you allowed me to see it.” Quickly thereafter, she motioned to Imogen, who chirruped with her mouth full of greenery, skipping over and laying them neatly towards a dry spot in the plot, then stepping back so the wares may be inspected. Lena ran her stare over and over along the lawn, speculating if one day she would be able to administer her own amongst the snowy abyss, if it could survive the constant threat of winter, the enduring taste of Siberia, or if it was already damned before it began its first sprouting. A triumphant, bolder, persistent side of her won out over the claim, however, and firmly intended to ask her sovereigns if she could have a little piece to muse and fuss over. Her aria returned, fresh, mellifluous, bright and charming. “Truly, thank you again. You’ve lent me a lot of ideas.”

@[Alysanne] @[Resplendence]