Moulin began searching the room, into the adjoining rooms, the terrace, as well as the little storage room in the back that was used to store some gardening equipment. Unfortunately, there wasn't one door within the area. The greenhouse was small, crammed with little tables and large vases filled with exotic plants. The ceiling was filled with breathtaking hanging vines. Little sparkling red gem-like berries swayed at each end of every vine. It felt as if it was teasing Moulin to collect it.
Moulin only pursed his lips and forced his attention away. When he walked, he was careful not to kick or bump at anything. Indeed, it was tight in here. However, the room also carried a cozy air that loosens tension and brings relaxation.
Gardening...
