Sasha arrived in Lostaria.
“Excuse me, may I know how to get to the Tsurka family residence?”
“Might you be asking about Jade Garden?” the Jetroinian girl bowed politely and inquired in return.
Jade Garden?
Sasha did not know too much about the Tsurkas, but nodded reflexively when she heard that name. “Yes.”
“You should take a taxi and go about three miles in this direction, Miss. When you see a yard full of peonies, you’ll know that you’re in the right place,” said the girl who went on to offer further details.
Sasha thanked her promptly before she flagged down a taxi and headed toward the place described.
Peonies?
Does Jetroina have peonies? And an entire garden of it?
That was the one question Sasha obsessed over the short ride.
After ten minutes or so, her eyes widened in astonishment when greeted with the sight of a sea of deep purple and brilliant red before she steadily alighted.
They really are peonies!
Not only that, the entire garden was intricately imbued with an old-world charm. The walls which enclosed this sea of blossoms were constructed using blue bricks and red tiles, with circular sectors hollowed out at intervals within its wave-like form.
At first impression, she felt like she have stepped into a Chanaean garden back home rather than any place in Jetroina.
Why would a Jetroinian family employ such an architectural style?
That did much to pique Sasha’s curiosity, and when she came closer, she discovered a sweet voice emanating from the other side of that wall.
“He’s being difficult.”
“What’s the matter? Has he upset you again?”
The discontent conveyed through that delicate voice was followed closely by the gentle inflection of a concerned older male.
The woman sounded mildly miffed, and it was not certain what she was doing before the splashing of water was heard.
“He’s not being appreciative at all. The reason why I kept that lass around was because he couldn’t seem to move on from her, and now he’s cussing at me and even threatening to jump to his death? Is he mental?”
Sasha was slightly taken aback.
This voice, doesn’t sound that lovely anymore.
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