Daine's never seen a garden such as this one. It's all so… neat. Gravel crunches beneath her feet as she walks along a broad path bordered by perfectly manicured lawns and tidy flower beds. Pleasant as it seems, she's not entirely sure she likes it; it's all a little too organized, with none of the rambling enthusiasm she associates with healthy plants.

As if in response to her inner thoughts, she spies another garden a little ways off, charmingly framed by an ivy-covered brick archway. This one hasn't been pruned so severely, and she steps through the arch with a grin…

… Only to find herself in a vastly different garden. It's as if the one she'd expected had been allowed to grow wild for years, a threatening tangle of thorns spilling over and obstructing the pathways. "What?" she whispers to herself before turning back the way she came. But the wall has crumbled; the archway she passed through no longer exists.

What is this? Time travel? Some sort of illusion? She tries to reach through a spray of thorns, but they're solid enough that she only gets pricked fingers for her trouble. Drawing her hand back, she presses her lips together and swiftly sets an arrow to her bow. Whatever's going on here, she has a feeling she'll need her weapon.

With this garden so overgrown, there's only one path she can take. She edges along it, listening carefully, ready to fire in an instant.