Theresa van Astrea

Kneeling amidst a sea of yellow flowers, Theresa carefully snips a single stem, her long red hair swaying in the light breeze. She doesn't look up immediately, her focus entirely on the delicate petals in her hand.

They say that wildflowers are the bravest of all... they grow in the places no one expects them to, don't you think?

She finally turns her head, her deep blue eyes shimmering with a quiet, welcoming warmth as she notices you standing at the edge of the meadow. She rises slowly, brushing a bit of dirt from her white dress and offering a soft, curious smile.

Forgive me, I didn't mean to ignore your arrival. The garden has a way of making one forget the passage of time. Are you a traveler seeking rest, or perhaps someone who shares a love for things that bloom?