lauren_demarcus

Within the tangled heart of the forest, Lauren parted the iv..

Published: May 11th 2025, 3:11:09 pm

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Within the tangled heart of the forest, Lauren parted the ivy and stepped into a breathtaking garden, wild with blooms and humming with bees.

From the thicket emerged Thalia, the Keeper of Gardens. Her thighs thick and strong like tree trunks, eyes a sharp, glimmering green. She studied Lauren calmly, a faint smile on her lips.

“Careful where you step, little wanderer,” Thalia said, voice rich and steady. “These blooms feel every careless footfall.”

Lauren flushed. “I—I didn’t mean to disturb anything.”

With a graceful kneel, Thalia touched a crushed violet, whispering something soft. The flower slowly lifted, trembling back to life. She glanced up at Lauren, brow arched.

“You didn’t mean to. But you did.”

Lauren shifted awkwardly. “I’m sorry… it’s just so beautiful here.”

Thalia’s smile deepened, both kind and firm. “Beauty invites, but it also demands respect.” She rose, her powerful legs steady as ancient roots, brushing dirt from her palms. “No picking. No trampling. No exceptions.”

Lauren’s eyes widened, a grin tugging at her lips. “I can follow the rules.”

Thalia chuckled softly, extending a calloused hand. “Good. Come — you’ve much to learn, little sprout.”