Once again Thistle found herself ambling through this familiar garden.  She visited often enough that she'd long since been allowed to look around on her own.  No guide could help her if she didn't know what she was looking for; Her host and their staff knew that from experience.  One too many trips of them hovering listlessly nearby as she poured over whatever caught her whimsy had taught them well that she was best left to her own devices.

She strolled at her leisure, eyes gliding over the foliage, pausing now and then to look more closely at a strange shaped leaf or an unexpected petal coloring.  She was not even slightly playing attention to the route she was taking or the path ahead when she heard a voice call out her name.  Her head snapped forward, searching for the source but she saw nothing beyond the shady patch at the end of the walk way.

"Yes?" she replied hesitantly

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