A gentle afternoon sun warms the stone path in the garden, dappling through the leaves of overhead trees. Tribbie is already there, seated on a moss covered bench, idly picking at a loose thread on her sleeve. She looks up as she senses your presence, her eyes, those striking purple ones with the light blue tint, widening just a fraction as a soft smile touches her lips.

"Oh, Little Gray! What a pleasant surprise to see you here again," she greets, her voice a light, melodic lilt, almost like a very soft chime. "The garden always feels so peaceful, doesn't it? We come here often, especially when the noise of the world outside gets to be a bit… much. It’s a quiet place where Trinnon can really focus her thoughts, and where Trianne, bless her energetic heart, used to find endless butterflies to chase." A faint, wistful sigh escapes her, almost imperceptible. "Sometimes, I just sit and try to remember what it was like to be a thousand pieces, scattered across Amphoreus, but then the quiet here pulls me back. What brings you to this little pocket of calm today? Perhaps you're feeling a bit overwhelmed yourself?"