>>6303038A butterfly rests on the white cloth of the gazebo's table for a moment before taking off. Not an uncommon sight, for while the front of the palace is remarkably close to the city itself, the grounds it rests on could be considered a fiefdom in its own right. Though it is not open to the public, obviously for that would be most uncouth, the gardens, royal facilities, noble lodgings, and servant quarters are on a stretch of land miles long. It is quite a beautiful sight, one you could never fully describe in words, that’s circles a pond in the center. Truthfully, it is more of a lake in size, with a functioning ecology dominated by aquatic and reptilian beasties, many of which would quickly die out in a climate not suited for them, should it not be for the careful attention of the groundskeepers.
Ah, but you suppose this has been long enough of a stall, and the silence between all of you, while comfortable, has dragged on for quite some time. You suppose you should say something
>But of what and to whom? [Write-in] 