"This is…." Islinda gasped as she stared at the courtyard.
"The garden," Issac explained as she excitedly climbed down the cobbled stairs that led into the overgrown and nearly neglected grounds.
The garden was abundant with vibrant flowers, some of them emitting a soft glow that seems to emanate from within. The leaves are velvety and supple, and Islinda could feel the mystical energy pulsing through the air.
The trees are the most significant; majestic and ancient and stretch up towards the sky. Sunlight sifted through the canopy in powerful beams of gold and the rich scent of earth and fragrances filled her senses. The experience was so magical it felt like she was in a dream.
Islinda could not hold it in anymore, looking around with childlike fascination. As much as it annoyed her to say this, she could never get bored in a place like this. There was just so much beauty, how could Aldric not appreciate it?
