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The partially-built greenhouse and the gardens around them had been mostly untouched since Resplendence removed what she could and took to the Falls. For the better part of the last year Alysanne had not had the heart to go and mend the plants that had been left over nor gather new ones. This had been her friend’s haunt - she had slept just over there with her little canopy. Everything in this corner of the Edge reminded her not only of her former Moon Doctor companion but of everyone she had lost since she had joined Helovia. Kahlua was missing, Resplendence and Brisa had stayed in the Falls.

But she was gradually learning that she needed to focus more on what she had instead of what had been lost. She still had her children, her sister had found her and was now an esteemed member of the Edge, she was still a Moon Doctor and could still heal. Every once in awhile, though, she just needed to remind herself of what her job here was.

Evening was a hell of a time to start, the light fading around her as she moved toward the garden. Memories played in her mind as she moved, quiet as she could. She knew these woods by heart now, recognized the changes that came to it every year. She walked them because she refused to fly, recognized the tingle of fir and pine and maple along her wings and legs as she rounded the large trees, and though she had not come here in some time her hooves new the way - the soft tingle that she associated with the nutrients that leeched from them wherever she stood was something she first discovered in that garden. She’d spend any spare time there, feeding the gardens and encouraging them to grow.

What she wasn’t expecting was for there to be someone else already there. The glow of his lantern alerted her in the dimming light and for a moment Alysanne was wary and considered turning back. Hemlock, stuffed on moths that he snatched up in their evening flight, returned to her as her courage wavered and landed on her head - encouraging her forward.

There was someone standing in the greenhouse and she lingered on the outside - preferring the open air but also feeling wary and unwilling to walk into a closed area with a stranger. “Hello in there! Is everything alright?” It wasn’t often that someone else ventured to the garden in the night and her wariness faded into concern that this was someone seeking medical attention.