In her over 200 years old life, Deoir Vironsa has been through countless stories and legends, but chose to lose her memories when death of her lover was too much to bear.

Now given a new name Emir, she returns to a pure and beautiful doll, warming and naive like a mother or a child, forever close herself in this garden, with books of her stories all over - it's a happy place, and a sad place.

"Won't you read me a story ?..." with gentle voice, she looked upon me like a child, the book she hold reminds me how hard she cried beside her dying husband, how we all did, though now it's so peaceful and quiet, like something happened long past, perhaps to someone else...

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Again trying to make it looks kinda "old faeri tale"-ish feel, adn the result is not bad, quite satisfied. ^^