Passion Fruit Grove
The grove is all passion fruit trees. Though not the passion fruit we know. This fruit is heavily sweet and the colours vary between trees. It's just a dreamy place for lovers to hide away in and embrace. Often romances starts and end here in the grove, but the grove is peaceful even to the most angry Gos'ath or the most wild feral. Everyone seems to stop and smell the wild flowers in this area.
In the spring the grove is filled with the sweet scent from the passion fruit blooms. The bright flowers grow in yellows and pinks and are frequented by every type and colour of butterfly you could imagine. In the summer the fruit ripens with sweet scents and bright colours. Often song birds will flock to the tears and sing soft meladies as they poke at the fruit. And, in the Fall the passion fruit is ripe to taste, sweet and devine. Creatures all around will come for the fruid and a festival often takes place.
In the center of the grove lies a large flat rose quartz stone. Around it is a large number of wild flowers. For some reason, rarely anything sits atop the rose quartz, but the odd butterfly.
The grove is all passion fruit trees. Though not the passion fruit we know. This fruit is heavily sweet and the colours vary between trees. It's just a dreamy place for lovers to hide away in and embrace. Often romances starts and end here in the grove, but the grove is peaceful even to the most angry Gos'ath or the most wild feral. Everyone seems to stop and smell the wild flowers in this area.
In the spring the grove is filled with the sweet scent from the passion fruit blooms. The bright flowers grow in yellows and pinks and are frequented by every type and colour of butterfly you could imagine. In the summer the fruit ripens with sweet scents and bright colours. Often song birds will flock to the tears and sing soft meladies as they poke at the fruit. And, in the Fall the passion fruit is ripe to taste, sweet and devine. Creatures all around will come for the fruid and a festival often takes place.
In the center of the grove lies a large flat rose quartz stone. Around it is a large number of wild flowers. For some reason, rarely anything sits atop the rose quartz, but the odd butterfly.
