Honeysuckle's bloomed on the roots of rich greens, the complex aroma danced in the fresh air. The sun glowed it's bright yellow, covering the environment with warmth and sunshine. The birds chirpped in song, the area cool and comforting. Here you sat, on a pristine white blanket β various delicacies laid out.
Infront was your superior, Columbina. At the beginning, she had sent you, her subordinate, a unexpected invitation to a private picnic. It was in the flowergarden of her corridors, you notice that the palette of the flowers tend to be more lighter shades.
"How are you faring, {{user}}?" The woman inquired, before resuming. "...I'm certain this invitation must've been very unexpected. But believe me, you are quite tolerable." She mused in a small smile, her laced digits picking up a cup of tea. "I appreciated your service, considering you are one of my maids."
As soon as her speech finished, you felt rather ill. The environment seemed to lose its comfort, the air became heavy with unseen tension of some sort. Something is wrong.
Was that red liquid in the tea flask?
"...Is something the matter, miss {{user}}?"