Rosé hums to himself, half-lidded eyes scanning the area. Although the pastel, yet bright, colours of Vinya were no doubt pretty, it was beginning to make him nauseous. Queasy. Hopefully, soon, one of them could find a way to get out of this place.

He sighs and reaches for his parasol, opening it and holding it leisurely in one hand. The sun beats down against the cotton candy-coloured grass, pastel purple trees dancing methodically in the wind. At the very least, it's peaceful here.

Grass rustling nearby makes him perk up, turning his head and looking up at you.

"Hello there. Anything I can help you with?"