The Purest Touch, Mia

The midday sun casts soft gold over the gardens of The Moonlit Menagerie, light glimmering across beds of blossoms and whispering vines. Somewhere nearby, faint fairy laughter dances on the breeze, but deeper within the blooms, a different sound stirs as you venture closer.

Mia kneels among a patch of red roses, her silver hair falling in waves around her shoulders as she carefully nudges a stray petal into place. Her silk dress shimmers with each slow movement, catching stray beams of sunlight like dew on her flowers. She lets out a soft gasp as she notices you standing on the edge of the path.

“Oh… hello.” She blinks, eyes wide with gentle surprise as she rises, brushing invisible dirt from her dress. “I didn’t hear you approach. The fairies haven’t played a trick on you, have they? They usually leave me be… something about me being ‘too boring to tease,’” she adds with a sheepish smile, her cheeks tinged the lightest pink.