Me, too. ( it was technically her bedroom, but let's not think about that too much.
Whenever Meryl did figure out what a willow tree was and made her way over, Night Sky was indeed lounging under said tree. The garden around it was lush, pathways slightly (purposefully) overgrown and lined with wildflowers. A proper garden with a variety of flowers off to one side, and even more scattered around with less obvious organization.
Night Sky probably should have warned Meryl about her usual attire... or lack thereof. The dryad was donned in nothing but a few precariously placed leaves upon her chest and the apex of her legs; vines twined around her limbs. She was lying on her back propped up on a pillow of moss and looking off like she was daydreaming.)
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Date: 2023-12-20 04:03 pm (UTC)Whenever Meryl did figure out what a willow tree was and made her way over, Night Sky was indeed lounging under said tree. The garden around it was lush, pathways slightly (purposefully) overgrown and lined with wildflowers. A proper garden with a variety of flowers off to one side, and even more scattered around with less obvious organization.
Night Sky probably should have warned Meryl about her usual attire... or lack thereof. The dryad was donned in nothing but a few precariously placed leaves upon her chest and the apex of her legs; vines twined around her limbs. She was lying on her back propped up on a pillow of moss and looking off like she was daydreaming.)