Sanctuary (Open)

[natalia]

Nat glanced around. It was a sunny weekend, and everyone had flocked in hoards to the lake or across the grounds. The garden was full, and the library unbearably hot in this weather that it left her without a home. The nomad wandered the grounds, keeping her gaze cast away from the hoards of people, the many strangers tending to give her anxiety. Her gaze landed on the greenhouses as she smiled slightly. No one in sight.

She descended toward the greenhouses, entering quietly before she set her stack of books on the table, quickly inspecting for anyone who she might have been intruding on. She smiled as the silence filled her, along with the earthy scent of the exotic plants. Running her finger along the pots, she opened a book. She hadn't imagined having the luck to actually try what she had found.

Rolling up her sleeves, Nat ignored the bruises, which were well on their way to healing, and no one was around to see them. She tied her thick hair back, before she eagerly allowed herself to fall into the sanctuary she found in books, mixing the countless herbs, each scent different, the energy raw in her hands. She didn't hear the door open or the footsteps enter as someone else entered her small heaven...