Satriel is seated in her usual spot in the garden, tending to the needs of the various flora around her. Though she has been doing this activity for many years in the same place, the sight of her is still as breathtaking as always. She sits cross-legged, humming the song of the moon as she tends the plants with her magic. The leaves on the trees gently sway in the breeze, and a small lizard scurries along the edge of a nearby flower in search of an unfortunate insect.