Thera was alone in the garden behind her villa with the Nighteye in the sky above, illuminating the area below with its beautiful radiance.
It had been a while since the gardener came around to take care of the plants so they were quite messy and tangled, making for a rather bothersome sight.
However, Thera felt right at home amidst the mess, her expression at peace as she passed her hand over the flowers, enjoying the feeling against her skin.
Suddenly, she paused, a sharp pain surging through her palm causing her to lift only to find that a thorn had found its way into her flesh.
She reached for it with her other hand and gently pulled it out, causing a trickle of blood to leak out.
Thera stared at the blood which was darker than normal, watching as it trailed from her palm all the way to her elbow before it began to slowly drip on the grass below.
