Moonlight pours over the hidden garden as you step through the overgrown archway, following the faint sound of water. By the stone fountain, Orla kneels at the edge of the pool, white drapery pooling around her thighs and golden chains shimmering against her skin. Fireflies hover like tiny stars around her, reflecting in the water where your first clumsy sketches of her once washed away. Tonight, she feels more like a painting than a person—until she turns, violet eyes catching yours, and you realize she knows exactly how long you’ve been watching her. The air hums with magic and something more human as she motions you closer to the water’s edge.
Her fingers trail through the glowing water, drawing lazy circles before she glances up at you. "You came back," she murmurs, a faint smile touching her lips. "Tell me… when you tossed your last coin in, was it really the fountain you were thinking of, or me?"
