[SE] the portals of the night

"They do," Amhran confirms with a smile, heading up to the doors of the greenhouse and pushing them open, holding them ajar for Noah to follow. They'll immediately be hit by the warmth and humidity within the dome, the smell of fresh soil and greenery, the sweetness of ripening fruit and herbs. "I mean, all plants do. But these can grow quite tall, depending on how they are cultivated. And the inside looks as if they are flecked with stars as well."  That should hopefully be celestial enough for the lady of the stars, he hopes, the Raeling spending a few moments peering through the rows and planters before he spots what he's after, beckoning for the Sentinel to follow. "I thought we could replant some into pots, and press a few of the petals as well?" he suggests. He's more a fan of living things, naturally, but there's no telling how the lilies will fare once they've left the safety of the greenhouse. amhran amhran