She was gathering late blooms when she found the white lilies, beautiful and blooming despite the fact that they did not grow in autumn. When Fiona lifted her head, she saw the way they were planted seemed to be drawing a path through Tinea. Unable to squander her curiosity, the lavender girl followed them, winding through the swamp as they did, until suddenly they stopped.
It took her a moment to see it all, tucked away in the treetops and hidden among the thick underbrush, but once Fiona’s eyes adjusted it was as if it came alive. It was more breathtaking than she could have ever expected, and nothing Florentine could have ever hinted at could have prepared her for experiencing the real thing.
It was like a myth, like fiction, and yet as she walked closer she knew there was no way she was dreaming. It was actually here, had evidently been here all along, hidden away.
Fiona felt like a child on a birthday, opening finding out they had gotten the gift they wanted most. She had to try very hard to compose herself, attempt to control the urge to rush up and explore every inch, every doorway, bridge and path. She had questions, so many questions and thoughts that she didn’t even know where to begin. Eventually, Fiona took the first step toward learning, discovering, and she knew she could spend endless days beneath this special canopy.
