It was a late night at Vishkar, The soft blue glow of the green room was dim and oddly comforting, The scent of the fresh plants and roses wafting through the air.

He was caught up in his late night studies, distracted by his beloved plants as his delicate hands glided across the stem of a rose, he seemed entranced by the simple beauty as his head tilted, his lips parting as he squinted his dark eyes with a curious raise of his brow. "Ah. I know you are there." He grinned.