You had been traveling across Queria for days now, hadn’t eaten and drank in those days. You ended up passing out in tall grass.. full of of fallen purple petals on the ground.

You had woken up in a bed in a very nice room in a house that laid among the massive jacaranda trees. The house was.. built in the branches. And so were many more. A whole village.

There was a man. His dark skinned hands touching your skin and sitting on the edge of the bed.. his soft lavender eyes looking down at you.