"Braid my hair with petals of limerisches, I'll bring you delicacies glazed with honey and lilacs; give my heart those flutters of dancing over the clouds and chasing the stars and aurorae overhead, I will ignite your day with a smile when I see beauty in the world...
But, alas! How can I adore it when it is so broken without you?"
~
The Northern Gardens of the Royal Courtyard,
The Imperial Castle,
Kingdom of Tristendyre,
The first Phrinight of the Second month,
XXI Year of Regency
Crescence sat upon a bed of grass in one of the gardens of the Castle's courtyard, softly stroking her hand over the wet blades with their dew.
There were a few fireflies lingering late and gracing the cold night with their ignited beauty, but not even that appeared magical to her eyes when Imogen was not with her.
