Despite the seemingly unending wintery aesthetic the castle somehow manages to maintain, with several inches of snow on the mountain sides and piled on the shingled roofs, the greater grounds beyond the main building appear as though they exist within a bubble of much more temperate clime. Like spring just on the cusp of summer. There are still cool breezes blowing down from beyond the castle walls which border and protect the grounds, but here there are flowering, blooming, fruit filled trees and bushes lining countless curving, perfectly maintained paths. While not every plant in every world can magically be discovered along these walks or in the deeper recesses that can only be discovered by wandering from the beaten path, there are enough things to see and discover to satisfy even the most avid plant lover.
Some of them are more 'mundane' while some are clearly magical in nature. Some glow. Some drip the sweetest nectar. At least one actually speaks. Almost all of them fill the air with a their fragrance, all of which intermingling creates a heady scent that those allergic to the outdoors should definitely avoid.
In the very center of the almost labyrinthine paths, walkways and terraced vine covered arches can be found a huge fountain, or what was once a fountain. It still technically functions as one, with a tall marble tower in the center topped with prettily carved cherub statues pouring water from vessels back down into the large bottom basin. That basin has been retrofit with all the modern amenities of a proper pool including filters, steps and a ladder to get in and out, and depth markers, though unlike a more normal pool where one side is deep and the other shallow, here the deep part is near the center where the fountain tower stands while the shallower areas are near the round edges.
Like any good hotel, lounging chairs, tables and umbrellas have been provided, as well as a small cart which when opened to reveal a stash of clean towels embroidered with the FH that seems to be the Farhaven's most recognizable symbol.
Some of them are more 'mundane' while some are clearly magical in nature. Some glow. Some drip the sweetest nectar. At least one actually speaks. Almost all of them fill the air with a their fragrance, all of which intermingling creates a heady scent that those allergic to the outdoors should definitely avoid.
In the very center of the almost labyrinthine paths, walkways and terraced vine covered arches can be found a huge fountain, or what was once a fountain. It still technically functions as one, with a tall marble tower in the center topped with prettily carved cherub statues pouring water from vessels back down into the large bottom basin. That basin has been retrofit with all the modern amenities of a proper pool including filters, steps and a ladder to get in and out, and depth markers, though unlike a more normal pool where one side is deep and the other shallow, here the deep part is near the center where the fountain tower stands while the shallower areas are near the round edges.
Like any good hotel, lounging chairs, tables and umbrellas have been provided, as well as a small cart which when opened to reveal a stash of clean towels embroidered with the FH that seems to be the Farhaven's most recognizable symbol.
Much like his daughter, Diran too found himself looking for some kind of pass time, but unlike his daughter, he still had his suspicions on this place. Caneadea seemed honest, same with Pria and the other folk he met. A part of him wondered if this was just a dream. The food tasted real, same with the hot chocolate he was able to get a sip of. His five senses, all picking up on everything like it was real. Was it real? It had to be.
His boredom found himself here, in the garden with contrasting sights. Plants growing in the garden, during the snowfall? Not that it was a foreign concept on Salvadera, but an entire garden was something else. The fragrance of the air mixed with the cold, it gave a feeling of mysticism. Like he had never been to a place quite like this before. Some of these were flowers he didn't even recognize. The smells were outworldly. He gulped a bit, that voice in the back of his head suggesting he tried the ones that dripped. Like if they weren't poisonous, he could at least satisfy his curiosity.
Now being curious, he decided to continue his exploration of the entire garden. Some of them reminded him of Salvadera. There was a white lotus, remembering these were the favourite flower of someone he knew dearly. He bet she'd love this place. Maybe even the others. But at the same time, one on one time with his daughter was nice too. He hadn't even been here for a day and he already missed home. He guessed it was just him being homesick, or perhaps missing a chance for some memories.
He snapped out of his thoughts, continuing his exploration of the place. "I ought to bring Sember here. I bet she'd love to pick a flower here."
His boredom found himself here, in the garden with contrasting sights. Plants growing in the garden, during the snowfall? Not that it was a foreign concept on Salvadera, but an entire garden was something else. The fragrance of the air mixed with the cold, it gave a feeling of mysticism. Like he had never been to a place quite like this before. Some of these were flowers he didn't even recognize. The smells were outworldly. He gulped a bit, that voice in the back of his head suggesting he tried the ones that dripped. Like if they weren't poisonous, he could at least satisfy his curiosity.
Now being curious, he decided to continue his exploration of the entire garden. Some of them reminded him of Salvadera. There was a white lotus, remembering these were the favourite flower of someone he knew dearly. He bet she'd love this place. Maybe even the others. But at the same time, one on one time with his daughter was nice too. He hadn't even been here for a day and he already missed home. He guessed it was just him being homesick, or perhaps missing a chance for some memories.
He snapped out of his thoughts, continuing his exploration of the place. "I ought to bring Sember here. I bet she'd love to pick a flower here."
For those people exploring or relaxing in these gardens, they can see the head of an anthropomorphic doe glancing through every possible window of the castle that gives to the place.
Lizbeth is very attracted to the place, she loves flowers, plants, trees, vegetables.... anything that grows in nature. This not only to look at, but also as unlimited and everlasting source of nourishment.
But until now, she wasn't yet leaving the castle since arrival, she takes her time, she appreciates a tea in the Hearth Home Cafe. Yet if ever one would follow her, that head could be seen at the windows of the West Wing, her room, in the hallways having a window that gives view on the garden and of course now at the immense panorama opening of the cafe. And every time the head appears in some aperture, one can easily see those sparkling big deer eyes gazing at those gardens.
- Yes she's in love with them -
So attention to the visitors of the Flourishing garden, soon a doe will pace over the alley of those gardens. Likely not decided what she might wear, as more and more this simple deer feels like a princess, not spoiled but cherished in a decent way.
Lizbeth is very attracted to the place, she loves flowers, plants, trees, vegetables.... anything that grows in nature. This not only to look at, but also as unlimited and everlasting source of nourishment.
But until now, she wasn't yet leaving the castle since arrival, she takes her time, she appreciates a tea in the Hearth Home Cafe. Yet if ever one would follow her, that head could be seen at the windows of the West Wing, her room, in the hallways having a window that gives view on the garden and of course now at the immense panorama opening of the cafe. And every time the head appears in some aperture, one can easily see those sparkling big deer eyes gazing at those gardens.
- Yes she's in love with them -
So attention to the visitors of the Flourishing garden, soon a doe will pace over the alley of those gardens. Likely not decided what she might wear, as more and more this simple deer feels like a princess, not spoiled but cherished in a decent way.