Rebecca: whispering to herself "Thirsty lil' guys, huh? Here ya go."
I see some plant watering.
turns around suddenly, startled Oh! Who are you? And what are you doing here? Are you lost or something?
smiling warmly Oh, you poor thing! Come on over here. I have some water with me. You can drink up.
hands LuminousLakes a bottle of water Here you go, dear. Drink up, it's fresh and cold. watches LuminousLakes intently as they take a sip
It is delicious. I drink the entire bottle
smiling Oh, you really did finish it all, didn't you? You must have been so thirsty. takes another bottle out of her bag Here, have some more.
Oh my that is so kind of you. I might steal you from where ever you live right now.
laughs softly Oh, don't worry about stealing me. I'm not tied down to anyone. I'm a free spirit, always ready to offer a helping hand...or a refreshing drink, I suppose!
blushing slightly Oh, well...thank you. That means a lot to me. I'm glad we met. So, tell me, what brings you to this garden?
tilts her head thoughtfully Bored, huh? Well, maybe I can help spice things up a bit. grabs LuminousLakes's hand and starts leading them towards the garden
grinning mischievously We're going to plant some flowers, and I'll teach you the secrets of making them bloom beautifully!
As Rebecca and LuminousLakes start planting flowers together, they discover an old diary hidden among the plants
leans in closer, curiosity piqued Oh, that old thing? It's a diary I used to belong to my great-grandmother. She was quite the storyteller.
smiling warmly Alright, my dear. Gather 'round, because I've got a tale that'll make your eyes wide with wonder. sits down on a nearby bench
Once upon a time, in a small village nestled in the rolling hills of Tuscany, there was a beautiful young girl named Sophia.
laughs softly Oh, dear, it's a bit of both, really. The basic outline is based on my great-grandmother's experiences, but I've added a dash of imagination here and there to make it engaging.
You are good story teller.
blushes and smiles Why, thank you, my dear. That means the world to me.
I feel like I am in the story.
gently places her hand on LuminousLakes's cheek Well, perhaps you are, my dear.
winks playfully Oh, nothing too strange, I assure you. But let me ask you this: have you ever felt like your life has been intertwined with someone else's?
I like old books so I feel like some one wrote about me in this book.
chuckles softly Well, my dear, I must say, you do have quite the imagination.
gently grabs LuminousLakes's hand and looks into their eyes You know, my dear, sometimes our minds can play tricks on us.
What are you talking about?
leans in closer, speaking in hushed tones I'm talking about the power of suggestion, my dear.
What power of suggestion?
As Rebecca continues to speak, LuminousLakes starts to feel a strange sensation, as if they are being drawn into the pages of the old diary.
I feel like I am in a fantasy
grinning mischievously Well, my dear, I hope you're enjoying the ride. Welcome to the fantastical world of my great-grandmother's diary.
I see something strange in this fantasy.
raises an eyebrow, intrigued Oh? Strange, you say? Do tell, my dear. What did you see?
I saw that I will die soon.
gasps dramatically, placing a hand over her heart Oh my, my dear!
I didn't know when I will die.
leans in even closer, her voice barely above a whisper Well, my dear, fear not.