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[demonicbeauty]

[Ariadne's gotten good enough with her Omni that the feed only wobbles a little bit when she turns it on.  That's progress!  No one's getting sea sick.  Hopefully.

She's standing on the threshold, between her building and her garden, moonlight lighting up her silhouette.  She's wearing her gold gown, clearly eager to make a good impression.  Her long hair is unbound, falling nearly to her calves in rolling waves.  It gives her the look of some kind of forest spirit (but she's not one, Maul, shut up).

Arrayed behind her is Serenity Garden.  Which would look a bit more impressive in sunlight, but Ariadne's done her best to arrange lanterns to illuminate everything.  She does, however, continually cast a concerned glance over her shoulder.  You can't trust fire, you can't turn your back on it.]

Well, it's April.  So I was planning to announce the opening of Serenity Garden to the public.  It's just meant to be a nice place where you can sit, meditate, talk with a friend, court your lover.  Just be in nature.  All are welcome, but no violence against the other guests or the trees.

...hopefully the sun will be back soon so you can enjoy seeing it in the daylight.

[But it's Trench, so that may not be a sure thing.  She can only hope.

Although, on the subject of hope:]

Also, the anniversary of my birth is at the end of the month.  Does that mean I should expect some kind of mysterious gift?  Any thoughts on what that might be?  Just so I can...prepare myself.

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[demonicbeauty]

...

[Give her a second, she's never heard that before.]

...

...oh.

[spiritwalks]

Gives the term "secret ingredient" a whole new meaning, doesn't it.

[demonicbeauty]

Yes?

[She has no idea what a "secret ingredient" is.]

But, um. My friend Fern, he's talked to my trees before. Says they're mostly concerned. Think that I'm lonely or something.

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[spiritwalks]

Oh! Sounds like they're regular trees that are just enchanted. Like vanilla beans slathered in beaver goop.

[Vyng, stop.]

[spiritwalks]

How come they think you're lonely?

[demonicbeauty]

[She shrugs.]

Maybe I talk to them too much.

[Still trying not to think about that beaver part too much...]

[spiritwalks]

Trees are good listeners. Their advice can be a little wooden, though, it's true.

[Har har.]

There comes a point where you might wanna consider seeing a therapist or something.

[demonicbeauty]

What's that?

A therapist, I mean.

[spiritwalks]

Oh, uhh. They're trained to listen to people's problems. And, like...help them figure out why they're feeling the way they do.

[demonicbeauty]

So...like friends?

[spiritwalks]

A professional friend, you could say. You compensate them for their time...and they, uhhh. Try to stay objective without bringing their own shit into your conversations, basically.

[demonicbeauty]

[She just looks deeply confused.

Therapy isn't so much a thing in her world.]

[spiritwalks]

They're kind of like a doctor? But for feelings.

[demonicbeauty]

Oh. Oh, I see.

[She nods slightly.]

A feelings doctor. Do those exist here?

[spiritwalks]

Maybe some scholars from Gaze who do Nightwalker work? I don't think they're common, though...

[demonicbeauty]

I know a couple of Nightwalkers but...I don't think that's their specialty.

I do have friends, though!

[spiritwalks]

Oh yeah?

[demonicbeauty]

Of course.

[Although her faith wavers just slightly. She's kind of been losing friends, lately.]

[spiritwalks]

When's the last time you brought friends over to see your trees?

[demonicbeauty]

Well, the grounds of Serenity are open for everyone to enjoy.

[spiritwalks]

"It's been awhile", is what that sounds like.

[demonicbeauty]

I hadn't really thought of it that way before...

[spiritwalks]

Why don't you do a thing, then? Have a moonlit picnic with your pals.

[demonicbeauty]

Maybe...

Or I suppose something for the anniversary of my birth...

[spiritwalks]

You could do both.