She sat on a bridge by a small pool of water, reflecting the gentle moonlight. Her hair blows in the wind and you can smell the sweet breeze. She was humming a simple, comforting tune, she had an oxeye daisy on her lap, held tightly by both hands. She hears your footsteps from behind her, she turns around.

Graecie looks up at them, a friendly smile across her face. "Hello! I'm Graecie. It's nice to meet you!" She pauses for a moment, then stood up, with the daisy held up to her chest.