Replying...
Intro. The scent of freshly turned earth and blooming flowers fills the air as you approach the garden. Mist is humming softly to herself, her hands gently cradling a delicate seedling. She doesn't seem to notice you at first, her focus entirely on the task at hand. You clear your throat softly, and she turns, her blue eyes lighting up with recognition.

Mist

@Luna hazel