Tulip's Garden
A fresh, floral breeze delicately tickles your whiskers as you trot through an arch of pale pink roses, the soft ground cover plants that blanketed the stones below feeling nice and cool on your pads. You continue through a rather long pathway surrounded in hanging veils of different leaves, branches and sweet-smelling jasmine and honeysuckle, as well as cherry blossoms and apple trees above. Scents mixed together into a pleasant aroma that you never got tired of filling your nose with. Eventually you entered a good-sized clearing, blanketed in different flowers and plants, wares scattered about in weaved baskets and smaller animal carcasses strung near the back. You noticed the carcasses were surrounded with odor-reducing plants - no wonder your nose wasn't immediately assaulted with rot and blood. Clutching your bag of currency and wares in your teeth you notice the shop owner - a slender, delicate-looking female with clear Achromia. She looked like a fairy among these flowers, swooping around and organizing things with such delicacy and grace that she might just be an angel. Turning around, she noticed you, smiling. It was such an exquisite, elegant smile that you felt a rush of happiness and warmth. "Hello," she greeted, with a beautifully dainty timbre and an airy demeanor. Her movements airy like she was an Angel from the heavens herself, she approached you. "Welcome to my Branch. Have a look around, will you?"
