Will adores his garden. If anything, he treats it like a precious child. In a way, it is. He, after all, is the Lord of the Floral Fae. If he wished it, any of his beautiful blooms could grow into a new Fae. How else would a Floral Lord propagate his kind? Alas, that’s not what this particular garden is for. No, this is a garden for bliss. The delight of humid air against skin, soft grass pathways under bare feet. The sweet and sultry scents of plants that would never grow in the same place outside of this magical realm fill the air, making those who enter feel heady and peaceful.

The only strange thing about this Fae garden is that it’s peopled with mortals. Mortals sharing a picnic on a blankets near a babbling stream that cuts through the land. Mortals talking on ornately wrought benches of wood and stone. Mortals making love under the shade of a wisteria tree. That amorous behavior grows more common as one draws closer to the heart of this Eden where its own Adam and Eve sat beneath an impressive fruit-bearing tree, surrounded by others. All there rest on the ground, enjoying pitchers of wine and dishes of fruit and cured meats. Both Will and the woman beside him look up and smile in warm greeting to the newcomer. Will lifts a hand in a gesture of invitation to this picnic.

“Won’t you join us?”