open to: anyone plot: your muse is walking through the park and catches irene talking to some flowers, not knowing she’s a nymph. wtf is going on? connection: strangers, acquaintances, friends, casual flirtation(?)
"luna, you can't say that!" despite the chastising tone of voice, irene begins to laugh softly, shaking her head at the plants before her. it was as if a conversation was happening between her and the foliage, with the way she responded and reacted to whatever she may be hearing. this was normal to her, but to others it appeared as strange, to say the least. she was about to continue with her conversation when she noticed a shadow creeping up on her, turning to look at the source from her crouched down position. “oh, hello!” she smiles warmly, completely content, not at all suspecting judgement or confusion from the other.