“King’s Ivy.. Shadeleaf..” She sighs. “It only proves that the most beautiful flowers cause the most harm..”
She whispered to herself shuffling through the thickets of her garden.
Young Han Gayuma sighs as she reaches for the bookshelves “Flora.. Genus..” She nods to herself.
Not that she’s smart to understand sophisticated research books. Han just loved staring at the pictures.
The sight of beautiful flowers really astonished her. Imagine, petals of different colors, the sweet scent of nature, a glint of floral reflection.
It wasn’t too long until Young Han’s father noticed this.
He chuckles.
”Are you enjoying my books, Han?”
She ignores this, metaphorically drooling over her father’s books.
Her father grins.
”Come on Han, I’ll show you something you’ll love.”
Closing the book, Han followed.
Beneath the thickets of The Silver City underlies her father’s small hut workshop.
No, but that’s not what Han saw.
The marvelous scenery of floral bushes, orderly lined in a professional environment.
Floral scents encapsulated Han.
“Yes. We’re in dad’s garden.” He chuckles.
Finding this out, it won’t be too long until Han dedicates her life around flowers.![]()
Han grins, bowing modestly. “Thank you.” She replied with a soft voice. “I’m an alchemist, I’ve come here to collect different samples for my studies.” Said as she stares off into the distance.
”Well, and maybe explore while I’m at it..” She shrugged and hesitated to say it.
It wasn’t really necessary to say something personal.
She smiles once again and leaves.

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