RANDOM EVENT
Aw, but Phoebe, you haven't even gotten to the orchids yet. Heat ripples and flows across her skin, warm and heavy and inticing, and the heavy scent of flowers overlays the honeysweet smell of fruits and nectar. The orchids dance in the soft breeze, waving their colouful heads like little lions beckoning her closer.
The garden is not finished playing with the Nightingale yet, and surely she can stay just a little bit longer. For old times sake, Phoebe?
If the demigoddess looks closely she might perhaps make out a break in the trees where maybe a pathway might lead out of the gardens. But where's the fun in that?
The garden is not finished playing with the Nightingale yet, and surely she can stay just a little bit longer. For old times sake, Phoebe?
If the demigoddess looks closely she might perhaps make out a break in the trees where maybe a pathway might lead out of the gardens. But where's the fun in that?
