There is a field of lush green grass and shady trees, a field where the insects and the birds duet to fill the summer air with a rhythmic hum. Here Junipur's softly spoken words add vibrancy to her secret emerald garden as her amber eyes twinkle with mischief and sunlight. If only her secret garden was a little more secret, but even that doesn't seem to pierce the serenity of her leafy sanctuary.
