Part of her, bored, was ready to take up East's investigation as a little diversion. It would be a few minutes of something to do, given how few visitors were in the palace just then. But another part was already growing bored, her serpentine tails beginning to bicker amongst themselves. Her mind began to drift, and-

"Visions-?" she said abruptly, attention snapping back as East finished. A dead body was uninteresting to her, really. But... "We don't have any flowers like that." She was half puzzled, but her interest was once more piqued. "I manage the gardeners," she added; "I'd know."

Another thoughtful pause, and she shook her head, coming to a decision. If something was going on, best she'd be informed. "Show me."

"Show-!"
"Me!"
"-Flowers!"

...hissed her tails.

@East

An unapproved garden plot? East considered the scenario with a squint.

Quite an oversight, but he supposed that could happen in a place large as this. With so many varieties, some of which could practically pass for cousins due to their similarities in color or shape, slipping in a brand new crop amongst the familiar only required tricking eyes dulled over time from tending to the usual sea of flowers. Who would notice, after all, if some petals were slightly more lopsided than typical when they grew just as healthily as their near identical neighbors. So long as they didn't throw the entire aesthetic off, the difference wouldn't matter.

He nodded, though a guarded side-eye was reserved for the hissing chorus directed at him—a note jotted in his mind reminded him to stay well out of striking distance should Isra's simpler serpent side desire a nibble of free-range bird after a round of flower-sniffing. "I trust your... servants can manage tidying without further direction in the meantime?"

If she needed to leave a few instructions first, he'd wait a moment longer. Otherwise with an idle remark of, "I suppose you have something to avoid taking a whiff of these flowers. They're pretty potent, though I've doubts they'll punch you as hard as they did me," the bird squeezed his past the door and into the hall again. Not wanting to slow travel back to the gardens, the rest of the distance he covered off the ground, wings as always swifter than feet. The way to the cave wall was more of a stroll than a jaunt, and saving time would also ease possible flaring tempers.