Yoona wanders the second floor halls of the palace as she's taking in all the new scents she can. Every flower in it's vase, the canvas, oils, and dyes of all the paintings, the carpets and tapestries, even the innocent maid staff just trying to do their jobs. It's all so different compared to her forest home. She's never been so happy.
She continues her personal journey in to the royal garden as she takes in even more flowers. The warm midday breeze making every stalk and petal gently sway. She absolutely loves it. Her instincts kept telling her to roll around in the flower beds, but she figured her hosts wouldn't like that, so she didn't, but she really wanted to.
She concludes her adventure into the garden's greenhouse (though it's more like a greenwerehouse) as she spots Gala meditating at the base of a tree inside. Her legs are folded underneath her as her elbows are bent, and hands folded into a symbol like an eye. Yoona approaches on all fours to reduce noise as she leans in close to Gala's face. ~Sniff~
Gala let out an abhorrent squawk as she opened her eyes slamming her wings and back into the tree behind her. If an owl could blush she would be. "Y-Yoona! What are you doing here?"
"Gala said she and Yoona are 'Beastly Beauties'. Yoona doesn't know what that means."
"I meant that as a joke." Gala thought. She leans back upright only to hit her forehead against Yoona's muzzle. "Yoona could you scoot back a few feet?"
"Oh, Yoona's sorry." The Gnoll moves from all fours to a seated position in front of Gala.
"Well, the beastly part is because we are both beastfolk. And the beauties part because... we're both attractive..." Gala got a little shy near the end. Yoona gasped.
"You think Yoona's attractive?" Yoona's eyes lit up with joy, but her voice had an undertone of sadness.
"Ye-yeah..." Gala was use to taller and more dominant women, but something about an almost 8 foot tall hyena made her more timid then usual.
"No one has ever told Yoona she's attractive before!" Yoona went for a big hug pulling Gala's face into the center of her chest; smothering the bird between her soft and furry mounds. "But Yoona doesn't know what attractive means either..." She pulls the bird from her chest. "Gala?"
On the inside, Gala was in euphoria, having just witnessed the gates of the first heaven. On the outside, however, she was absolutely fried, and couldn't make out an affirming noise let alone a coherent reply. Yoona patted her on the head. "Gala looks tired, so Yoona's going to go find more things to smell!" She hurried away as happy as could be.
It took a few minutes for Gala to get her bearings. She looked out towards the hazy greenhouse thinking of the one they had outside the church -- her home. She missed Tifa, her wife, and the several other priestesses -- her lovers. She curled up in a ball missing it all, until she felt the familiar darkness knocking on the door to her psyche.