[You're a gentleman and a scholar, G'raha Tia. She nodded, raring to go, and marveled the sights beyond the front gates.

It had always been said that roses had their own fragrance and she wasn't sure exactly what that might be. She'd cooked with rosewater, but any of the flower she'd seen were the stray bunch here and there. Surrounded by them now, there was no mistaking it; the warm sun opened them wide, and the dream bees were already hard at work spreading pollen all the while. It reminded her that in just a few weeks' time, she'd get her hands on jars of precious gold, and wondered if dream bee honey was as legendary as the faeries say.]

I wonder what made this...? I should very much like to know who to thank.

[She nestled her chin upon his head. Never has she been so tall. Save for a few curious others investigating the gardens, the world was nothing but the occasional buzz of a bee or the rustle of a breeze through the greenery. Silence hung otherwise.]

...If I'm ever not home or at the Lady of Bliss, I think you'll know where to find me.

[She spoke hushed, as if she may break some relative peace if she hadn't.]