The group looked around the Garden, their boots sinking softly into the living soil. Every step the group took seemed to awaken something beneath the ground.
All of them could notice faint pulses of light traveling through the roots that glowed dimly under their feet, illuminating the fog in threads of luminescent green and violet.
The Professors and Heads of the Academies were walking ahead, and finally, Arannis turned to the group of students, his long silver hair shifting with the gentle winds that carried a thousand strange fragrances.
All of the students focused on him, and his voice carried easily through the perfumed air, calm, melodic, and reassuring, "All right, students," he said with a small smile, pausing beside a patch of flowers shaped like chalices dripping with faint crimson dew.
"You may explore, but keep your senses sharp. Every plant here has intent, and some… rather unfriendly habits of course,"
