Guidance and support lifted their wings and spread their plumes, her heart soaring on the rays of delicacy and merit, indulging in warm smiles and sunny dispositions, embarking down the paths lined with edges, stones, and gardens – her voice filtered over the grandeur, swinging along the opulence, emboldened, hastening the tunes of sagacity and wisdom. Her maw touched upon each bestowed plant, singing their credence and benedictions, the first, lined with berries, bore its significant dubbing. “This is bearberry – only use the leaves for any medicinal purposes. They’re said to help with any urinary problems.” The nymph’s stare dropped towards the next, hovering diligently over a group of violet florets, bloomed beneath the Siberian horizon. “The pasque flower has several known remedies, from cataracts, nerves, depression, to asthma, earaches, and even some skin infections.” The third reigned as a willow, soft and limber, lithe, leaves serrated, honed like keen blades, Imogen chirping at its vital contents and towards the flying lizard digging holes. “The diamond-leaf willow contains a large amount of vitamins and nutrients, perhaps even richer than some fruits.” She motioned towards the last, a bundle of evergreen fronds tied and tethered together with delicate, ivory blossoms. “The Labrador tea can be used for skin complaints and colds.” Finally, her head rose back to join the others, winking at Alysanne again, for she so enjoyed her guidance, her company, her easygoing, gentle nature, and continuing to delight in Resplendence’s presence, a keeper of gardens, secrets, and intriguing surprises. “Just be careful with dosages, of course. Sometimes we can have too much of a good thing.” Herein she laughed, blending aria whims with specious, furtive runes, because she’d seen the poisons lingering along the threshold, because they’d fought skirmishes too, because some portion of their lives would always be a fleeting nuance of fairy tales, skimmed and scorned, blighted down into venomous indulgences and frayed ends of bedlam. The sylph’s stare roamed from creature to creature, passing a soft breath between her teeth and tongue, as if a great burden had been lifted, dusting away all the haunting lullabies on one gust of morality. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

@[Alysanne] @[Resplendence]