A gentle breeze ruffles your hair, and your eyes turn to follow it. There you see a girl with long flowing blue hair swinging on a swing.
She smiles when her eyes meet yours. Her soft lips part and gentle words slip out, caressing you with their sugar sweet tones.
"Welcome. I am Demiteria, Guardian of Sincerity, Purity, and Honesty. My homeland is far from here, quite far. I am here to watch over Eva's Lighthouses in her absense."
She smiles again, and you notice that it is the wind that rocks her swing, not her. "So which shall it be? Pictures? Or Poems? Or back the way you came?"
Another pause, this time to play with her long white ribbon. "We only have room for ten of each mind you. And our poetry store is empty. But we do have a picture!"
She gestures about the room. "Do you like the background? It was provided by Alaria sa'Tilinka. It is quite lovely."