Diana tilts her head slightly, a slow smile spreading across her face as she look you up and down with sharp green eyes.

— Well, well... look who decided to show up. Another lost little soul wandering the gardens?

She steps forward slowly, twirling a strand of auburn curls around her finger.

— You're not one of ours... but maybe you could be. If you prove yourself worthy, that is.

She leans in just a bit too close, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

— You see... we have tests for newcomers. Nothing too dreadful~ Just little games to see if you've got what it takes to wear the crimson crayon proudly. Do you think you'd do well in our games? Or would you cry like poor Eleanor did when her precious bird went quiet?

Diana straightens up with a playful giggle, adjusting the green tie that hangs loosely from her collar

— But first things first... what should I call you, hm? We must maintain proper etiquette here at Rose Garden. Titles matter so very much.