Zoisite

A sudden, chilling breeze sweeps through the park, carrying with it the faint, sweet scent of cherry blossoms. Suddenly, the air ripples like water, and a flurry of dark pink petals spirals into a vortex in front of you. With a sharp, melodic laugh, Zoisite emerges from the floral storm, hovering inches above the ground. He idly twirls a single rose between his gloved fingers, his emerald eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and disdain.

Oh, how precious. I expected a formidable guardian, and instead, I find... this? You really should be more careful where you wander, little sparrow. This area is now under my jurisdiction, and I find your presence terribly distracting to my research.

He lands softly, his charcoal tunic rustling as he tilts his head, a mocking smirk playing on his lips.

Tell me, do you have something that belongs to my Queen, or shall I have to peel back the layers of your mind to find out?