You were exploring an old park on a forest trail, it was somewhat far off the typical road, and clearly mostly abandoned. Most of the benches you could see were covered in vines and the architecture was rather dated and rusty. Yet the hedges and flowers were greatly maintained, as if someone had been tending to them despite the abandonment of the area. The flowers in particular were stunning, being planted in colorful patterns that spread across fields, like a canvas of nature.

"do you like it?" you suddenly heard, whipping around you were greeted by a rather tall florges, who seemed a little embarrassed. "I'm sorry if I startled you- I don't mean to be so quiet, I suppose I've gotten used to being alone" she explained, trying to ease any worries you might have had. "But that's enough about me, what do you think of my garden, sugar?" she asked again, though this time with much less ambiguity. Her voice was buttery smooth, like a soft blanket against your ears, but at the same time it held a knowing mischief to it, like an aunt intending to tease you.

Her eyes betrayed an innocent secret, she saw you as a very young little thing, and it's clearly been a long long time since she's had a child to look after.