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"You have no queue, so you are clearly not a creature of Pandora." Ronal continues to inspect Thor. "What are you?"

He moved so he could lean against her still wagging his tail. He looked at her as if she was the only thing in the world.

The black wolf wanders off deep into the gardens.

Looking both left and right, the women approached the beautiful garden. It seemed lonely. Quiet yet serene. All too quickly the women ditched her shoes to feel the bare green on her feet. It sent a shiver down her spine. Gripping her long skirt the woman began to frolic. Shedding her white bandana, Taylor began collecting the flowers that caught her interest.

Her lips parted and she began singing. A song to herself. A song in a language perhaps unrecognizable but beautiful, atleast to Tay, nonetheless.

Toska sat under the wisteria trees in the garden, reading scrolls of fables and epics. His kotsuzumi sat beside him and even more books stacked on the other side of him.

He sat on a quilt, its patches telling a story of a monk turning into a blue oni and falling into greed. The oni, once a blue oni, turned into a red oni with the tips of its horns and entire fingers stained blue. A platter with a teapot full of matcha tea, teacups, and a small saucer of sweets and desserts accompanied by small cups of honey and sugar sat at the end of the quilt. A wisteria petal danced in the wind before dropping Toska's tea cup.

The bard personally didn't mind and drank out of his tea cup anyway. The purple petal gently pecked his lips every sip of the way before he sat it down on the platter. Toska rolled up the scrolls and placed them on a pile of scrolls then grabbed a book titled 'Ocean Dream'.

He darted off after her to try to get her to come back.

A young maiden steps into the courtyard, her eyes widening to the beauty of it all. She can see every plant is tended to with a divinely-blessed hand and she cannot help but smile from antenna to antenna. She bends down to smell one of the delicate blooms by her long gown's train, closing her eyes in relaxation as she takes in the scent. And she giggles when some pollen gets on her. "Oh dearie me! I am no bee! Here, let me get you to a proper flower instead of me!" The maiden, actually a princess, gently runs the pollen onto a different flower and then sits amongst them. She takes in the breeze and the chirping of nightingales and canaries. And she almost falls into a trance, daydreaming of her prince that will come someday. How could such an atmosphere inspire anything different? These dreams come pouring out as she sings a simple ballad.
Her song fills the whole garden, her voice as if a lovely string only found in the dreams of young Knights and maidens fair.

He saw the new woman and he got up. He would stretch before trotting over to her with his tail wagging. He leaned against her with his tail wagging and his ears back. It seemed as if the dog had no ill will, just wishing to show and spread love.

The moth is surprised by the canine’s presence. She has never seen one before, in fact. But she finds him so charming and cute that she simply giggles when he arrives with his tail wagging so gleefully. “Well hello there, little one! I hope I am not intruding on your garden, it is simply just so wonderful.” She extends a fluffy hand to the dog, offering for him to take in her scent to see she is no threat. Someone like her is incapable of violence anyway, let alone against another animal. “My name is Salvia! Do you have a name, little cutie?”

He merely looked at her with a puppy smile after sniffing her hand. The small tag on his collar read "Thor".

Salvia sees the tag and glances at it”Oh, your name is Thor? Well is that not just a striking name! It is very nice to meet you, Thor!” She pets him affectionately as she smells another flower.

He leaned against her and wagged his tail.

Salvia continues to pet him and she goes back to singing. She sings a little love song for this supposed prince coming for her. And she uses her voice to serenade her new canine friend as well.

He rolled onto his back as he looked up at her.

She rubs his belly, assuming him rolling over is a sign that she may do so as she keeps singing with a big smile. “Someday my prince will come. Someday we'll meet again. And away to his castle we'll go. To be happy forever I know
Someday when spring is here. We'll find our love anew. And the birds will sing and wedding bells will ring. Someday when my dreams come true.”

The British lord, the heir of a noble, yet, sinister family, could be spotted in that garden.

One of the few places where he could be at peace, no rush for being married, no endless lessons of mathematics to educate his servant who isn’t trully bright.

He may be wealthy, but his life is such a bore sometimes, so he move elsewhere, temporary, to explore the wonders of nature itself.

Set on the throne since a young age, this man had everything, but he didn’t felt free.

Because of the constant pressure to get married, he grew to despise it, and he considered it before.

Now, he is admiring the plants, noticing how they are in a very good shape, as if they would become alive and sing.

If only life was that calm, without more headaches than he have already.