Bremma slowly loks up form her book, noticing that her roomate had still not arrived. She sioghs, standing a streching, her left hand still holding the book. She slips a book mark in, marking her pages and exits her room wioth the book, trodding quietly down the hall. She looked about, untill she came aross the garden. SHe gasped in surprise at all of the flowers, having rarley seen them in all her life. She walked in in wonder and gently knealt down, touching one. She did it several time, being her worn hands has trouble feeling suchs softness. She wished she knew its name, but her parents cared more to teach her things about battle than names of flora. She walked about, touching the different types, not even noticing the others in the garden.