Secret had not seen anything like it before. The photographs in varied magazines that littered his table only offered a glimpse of the wonderland before him. Color and greenery blended together in such a magnificent array that he felt a stirring in his heart, and pressure built behind his eye. He registered Witch Hazel's words distantly and only nodded dumbly, raising one hoof to his eye to wipe the emotion from it.
"It's amazing..." he said in a thick voice, before his cheeks burned red and he cleared his throat. "Nothing like the pictures." He swallowed, and then finally turned his attention to Witch Hazel, offering a shaky smile as his garden shears came back into sight with a shrug. "Are you here for um.. this, too?" He felt a little self-conscious after his moment of vulnerability, as often was the case, and tucked the shears away. "I'm Secret Garden." He offered the hoof for a shake to the phony who was likely there for the same reason he was, and staring in wonder at the garden was only a small part of that task. Soon it would be time for the more discerning eye to come out and look for what to take home.
@Ruriska
"It's amazing..." he said in a thick voice, before his cheeks burned red and he cleared his throat. "Nothing like the pictures." He swallowed, and then finally turned his attention to Witch Hazel, offering a shaky smile as his garden shears came back into sight with a shrug. "Are you here for um.. this, too?" He felt a little self-conscious after his moment of vulnerability, as often was the case, and tucked the shears away. "I'm Secret Garden." He offered the hoof for a shake to the phony who was likely there for the same reason he was, and staring in wonder at the garden was only a small part of that task. Soon it would be time for the more discerning eye to come out and look for what to take home.
@Ruriska