431 - Appalled and Captive

"Kyriala, Serina Liren, this is beautiful!"  I say as we turn in front of terrace doors and out onto the terrace itself.  "I recall a few lessons on the language of flowers..." The garden, that had been all but ruined with the boys being dug out of the hill, was transformed from the lawn all the way up the stone steps wide enough to drive a carriage up, from the freshly groomed lawn.

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