Nyssa walked through a garden, weaving lines of thorny vines that wrapped around an archway of greenery. Roses about twice the size one might expect bloomed from time to time, budding into a full spread and then closing as she walked past them, leaving their relaxed forms behind.
The blooming of these flowers seemed to follow Nyssa's every step, almost like sensory lighting, but carried with it an overwhelming sense that quickly made one forget everything they were seeing.
Nyssa's steps felt almost trance-like, and it wasn't until she reached the end of the pathway that her eyes awakened somewhat. She shook her head, thinking for the millionth time about just how much she disliked that feeling.
As Sylas had said, Petals of the Seeing Thorn was an information network, and though they were open, there were aspects of them that remained deeply secretive.
