’Would flowers grow in a sea of tears?’E
ileen had been wandering in and around the rose garden, it had not been long since the female wizard had been released from her father, though the gift that had been graced upon the side of her neck was still sore to the touch, churning plasma within her form was painful, but she had her father’s assurance that the storm would soon settle. The slender woman would glide like a ghost across the grass as her heavy clothing, hood and mask hid her face from the grace of the unforgiving sun, bearing down on her like an ancient enemy that threatened to burn her to ash. Her gloved hands reached out to caress one of the flowers in the bed, caressing them softly, as she seemed to visually mourn the loss of being able to touch or smell the flower for the mean-time. She would have preferred to have been out at night, though the light of the sun seemed to be waning as the daylight seemed to transform into the twilight of sunset. Though it would be an hour away yet at least before she would feel comfortable exposing any skin to the open air.
‘’Aren’t you the prettiest thing?‘’H
er soft voice would ring out like a chime, giggling before moving on deeper into the expansive garden. Soon enough she would hear voices on the wind, one at most, the garden seemed by and large to be abandoned and the dark witch had used that as a chance to stalk the flower beds unharassed, her dark leather cloaks and the white porcelain bird mask sitting upon her face like stark bone. The look could be a little frightening to those who would not recognise the attire as that of a doctor, specifically one who works with the terminally ill or those who works with particularly infectious diseases. Either way, a garden full of roses was the perfect place to relax and allow the aromas of thousands of flowers cleanse the pallette of the scents that her job would usually entail.C
uriosity would pique at the sound, the person seemed a little different, so, using the bushes as cover she would slink around like a curious cat, not wanting to be caught as Eileen would move closer and closer, the words upon the wind getting louder and louder until she saw Summer standing with no-one around her. It was curious, so for some time Eileen would attempt to remain hidden, simply peering at the strange person for a while, her brain working in overtime in attempting to gather what information that she could about the person she could only assume by her striking and unique attire that was another of this worlds plethora of wizards. Unable to yet sense magical power, Eileen hoped that the woman wouldn’t be a foe, though she seemed kind enough. Eileen was new to the material world in a sense, perhaps there was a chance she would be able to make a connection, learn more, and maybe develop the first in a long line of allies for her plan…
‘The wheels needed to begin turning.’P
oking her head out from the bush she would attempt to move closer, no longer making any attempt to hide her form or frame as her face would immediately transmute behind the mask into the sunny shining epitome of charm that she was used to projecting. Raising a hand at the elbow she would wave to the woman and cough lightly to get her attention before speaking aloud.
‘’Ah, excuse me? Are you a Magic User? I don’t mean to be a bother, but, I’m new around here and I was hoping to ask you a few, uhm, questions? I would be ever so grateful for your assistance... ‘’W
ords would fall like honey, softly, sweetly and without the sleightest hint of threat in the politest manner one could imagine. The woman was like a mouse to the eye… hopefully… everything would go according to plan.