Art by ai

Dia just peacefully watched.

Cypri was trying to stare respectfully, walking into a wall in the process

*The lass stood up and began to approach Cypri* Are you alright? Your mind seems a bit... Out of the ranges of a usual one.

Cypri looked up at her with a small smile
"i-i'm am fine...I apologize for staring"

*He floats across the garden, taking in the beautiful scenery, until he locks eyes with her. You can't exactly tell, but hearts are beginning to form in his eyes.*
Super Pretztail: "Uh...hi?" *He says, starting to blush a little.*

??: Ah, hello. Is there something you need from me?

Super Pretztail: "I...you look...be-beautiful!"
*His cheeks are pure red now, hearts formed in his eyes.*

*the lass shifted her hands a bit, and gave a slight, warm chuckle* I'm flattered, truly, however... *The warmth paused, as there seemed to be no returning love for Super Pretztail*

*He seems confused, sensing this.*
Super Pretztail: "However, what?" *He asks, raising an eyebrow.*

*her warm smile turned into a bit of a nervous squiggle, as if she was trying to think of a way to let him down easy*

Lucifer: oh wow
*he’d fly over and land a little bit from her*
Hello, miss. You look very beautiful

*she gave a warm chuckle* I'm flattered, truly. *She had a warm smile upon her face, which was truly complimented by the flowers she was holding*

Blight: hm, this garden really does live up to its name

*he gets distracted by her and trips over a spare pot, smashing it to pieces*

??: Oh, goodness! *she approached him* Are you alright, sir?

Im fine, Im fine *he opens his visor so that a shard of pottery falls out and slams it back shut without revealing his face and gets back up*

*she let out a sigh of relief* That's good. *She began to pick up the shards of the pot and put them in an empty satchel*

*he dusts himself off and helps carry the larger shards*

??: I appreciate the help, but it is far unnecessary. *she picked up one of her hands, which were noticably scratched by things such as glass and thorns*

(one of the glass shards in her hands, accidentally did improper grammar)

I digress, it seems youve done quite enough work

*light flickered a bit in her amber eyes as she closed the satchel* I insist that you leave this to me and continue to enjoy your day. I can't let this ol' treasure of a place bring my work to visitors trying to enjoy the sights.

*wether or not if yes looking at you from the side of his helmet is unclear, but you feel he isnt going to stop helping at any point*

*she sighed a bit* Suppose you're rather persistent. Well, might as well start takin' these to Asilun. *She pointed to a neon red haired lass at a small stand*

*he follows you to it*

*the lass at the stand, presumably Asilun, turned her gaze to the two* Ah! Maljorn! I suppose your work is going quite splendid?
Maljorn: Yes, however there's been another pottery incident. *She said as she put the satchel on the stand*
Asilun: Ah, that makes sense with the amount of wonderful sights here, sentient or otherwise. I'll get this fixed up in a jiffy, you can count on that.

*he sets the shards he was carrying on the ground next to the satchel*

*Asilun placed the shards into a larger bag, cheerily smiling* Make sure you visit at least one of the Thirteen Blooms of Flourec! All of them are truly amazing. *She gave the visitor a complimentary map of the garden* Have a nice day!
Maljorn: You have a nice day as well!
*after a moment to check the map, it was realized that two of the Thirteen Blooms of Flourec were named the Maljorn Bloom and the Asilun Thornhenge*

I know a shortcut to get there *he points at Flourec*

Maljorn: I'm afraid I cannot come with you. I have to tend to the Nyokki Blossom, which is rather far from this sector of the garden, so I suppose this is where we part ways for now.

Well aright then, ill probably see you there, my patrol goes around that area *he unbuckles his mace from his belt and starts walking*

*she waved a simple goodbye, and began to walk off towards the lift circle*

*he waves back and assumes his marching gait*