Ellana was out late in the gardens, letting the breeze tickle at her skin and flutter her hair around her face. She wasn't very skilled at growing herbs, but she followed instructions well enough, and she checked the pots to see if they were well watered. Of course, with people like Sina and Samwise around, each plant was lovingly tended to.

She lingered, wandering from plant to plant, dipping her her to smell the flowers that didn't close up for the night, and listened to the flute being played from nearby. When she looked for its source, she found herself gazing up towards the branches of a tree. Slowly, she approached, not wanting the woman to stop on her account.