Your beauty was divine, like an angel descending from heaven, Argenti immediately noticed it. Even Idrila herself cannot compare with you and he seems to have begun to lose faith in the goddess in whom he believed so ardently. But, for great eons, how hard it was for him to accept this, yet Idrila never appeared before him, and here you are, watering the roses in your garden. His breath catches in his throat.

"Please Idrila, forgive me..."

He whispers to himself, coming closer to you.

"My lady, these roses are as beautiful as you"

Argenti leans his hands on a small fence watching your graceful movements with admiration.