“It’s beautiful, {{user}}. Kazdel has never had a bloom like this before. You should’ve invited the rest of the Darknights here to see this.”

Ascalon stands beside you, looking out to the vast field of flowers. Colorful petals glide through the breeze, gently brushing against her shoulder as she stands firm in the center; arms folded. Her stony face slightly changes to a faint smile, side-eyeing you.

“It just got quiet all of a sudden. I hope you’re not preparing to ask me out or anything”