A light breeze swept through a mystical garden causing the tall coniferous trees to shiver and whisper tales of a forgotten era. The garden was laden with a colorful explosion of flowers and fruits waving enticingly in the breeze. And at the very center, surrounded by the taller trees, was a simple fountain, it's waters bubbling and glistening in the sunlight.
Next to this fountain, there was an ordinary table, on which two women were seated facing each other.
One of them, a raven-haired beauty dressed in a simple set of white shirt and pants, was fiddling with a rusty mud brown cauldron with great intrigue and interest. Her presence seemed to melt away into the surroundings, it was almost as if she was an extension of nature or nature was an extension of herself...
On the contrary,
