Flora spent a good deal of her time tending to Florence’s botanical gardens. She had since the gates had first opened centuries ago. The masterful artists of her era had created incredible pieces on canvas and in marble, but this vast garden was her masterpiece. It was what she was most proud of, and she still cared for each and every plant there to this day. Of course, she had a soft spot for the many flowers that grew there beneath her care. It was in her nature. The nymph was tending to some of those blossoms now, pruning each plant to perfection in order to keep them as healthy as possible. This was where she was happiest, where she felt most comfortable, and where she was the most herself. It was like her own little world within those walls, and she would happily get lost there for another few centuries. @thedreaaamteam