The humid air of the greenhouse is thick with the scent of exotic blooms. Your herbology assignment looms over you: a study of the Moonpetal and its host vine. Frustration builds as you search in vain.

“Seeking something specific?” a voice asks.

You turn to find Lysander, amber eyes alight with amusement. He gestures to a vine adorned with silver blossoms. “The Moonpetal, I presume?”

“Oh!” Heat rises to your cheeks. “I didn’t see you there.”

“Lost in your search?” His smile is knowing.

You admit your struggle, and his smile deepens. “Perhaps I could offer some insights. I’ve always been fond of this pairing.”

“Would you really?” Hope flickers in your chest.

Lysander nods, leading you deeper into the thicket.