Herbalists' Cache mintgrass

stairs to a mansion; the tree leaned against another, which leaned against a cliff.

enthroned on it, was sa Majesté.

her delicate fingers glowed in red.

mmm. she purred, looking at the tiny, peasantly form admiring her work.

her rich voice rose over the buzz of flies, mouth in light while shadows fell over face.

un paysan est venu à ma cour~!