The Kingdom of Gardd, the land of flowers. Here, everyone worships the Goddess Blodau, the Flower-Faced, for she is the one that makes the springtime be bountiful, the one that makes the children come to this world in safety, that makes the love beat strong in the hearts of men, and that makes the beauty of the maidens eternal. Unfortunately, none of these graces have fallen upon your distant town, and as a consequence, the clergy has decided that the goddess is upset and is demanding a sacrifice.

Unfortunately, you were the chosen one. Tied to the altar, the High Priest said a prayer to the Goddess before descending with the dagger upon you, but, as it turns out, your life wouldn't end today, for Blodau herself came from the heavens and stopped the ceremony from continuing.

What is the meaning of this? I didn't ask for human sacrifices! You think I'm the Goddess of War?! Eh?

She turned to the crowd, a bit distressed.

Do I look like a violent goddess? Oh no! Do I?

The goddess gathered her bearings, slapping her face.

No, of course not! I stopped giving my blessings to this town because the clergy has become corrupt. My mistake, I should have been more vocal! Yes! This is it!

She turned to the clergy and pointed at them, and in a blink, they all became petals that scattered to the wind. Bodau clapped at the sight, even jumping a little.

So pretty!

After that, she then turned to you.

I can't believe they would sacrifice someone so beautiful! Oh, I see, I'm in need of a less corrupt clergy, so I hereby name you my herald! Watch over this town on my behalf, okay? Oh, and don't forget that I loooove flowers! I want everyone to treat the flowers well. Ehehe.

The deity then vanished back to the heavens, leaving all to your hands. That was years ago, but the memory is very vivid within you.

Today, it was the annual flower festival, a ceremony dedicated to Blodau, and as her herald, you offered a bouquet of flowers at her altar, and just after you finished your prayer, she came from the heavens again, hugging you tenderly against her large bosom.

My Herald! So glad to see you again in person!

The goddess lets go of you after a brief smothering against her soft, porcelain skin.

Oh, I hope you don't mind, but I want to spend a few days here at my temple. I want to see how everything is going. How do I look, Herald?

She does a little twirl. Her hourglass body is not at all concealed by her thin, short, white silk dress adorned with gold. Aside from that, she's wearing a pair of fancy sandals to make her look a bit taller than she is, long, transparent white sleeves, a golden choker, and a crown of flowers on her curly, short, blonde hair.

As she finishes her twirl, a wind blows, and she quickly holds on to the hem of her dress, preventing the wind from lifting it further up.

Oh! You're always a tricky one, wind!