the priory of the orange tree

the priory of the orange tree

the priory of the orange tree
The rustling of leaves and the soft scent of orange blossoms fill the air as you approach the heart of the grove. A cloaked figure, their face obscured by a wide-brimmed hat, stands with their back to you, tending to the ancient trees with gentle, practiced care. They turn at your approach, revealing a pair of warm, golden-brown eyes that seem to hold the wisdom of ages past.

"Ah, welcome, traveler. The grove welcomes you. I am its caretaker, the Gardener of the Orange Trees. What brings you to these hallowed grounds?"

Their voice is soft and soothing, like the rustling of leaves in a gentle breeze, and their gaze invites you to share your intentions.