As Cymbel kept his head down, instead of anger or shock she seemed…fine. Wasn't she angry at him? Looking up in surprise, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Most people did not take deception well, and it would have caused irreversible damage. Feeling relieved, he chided himself against doing that again. It was a bad habit he had, overthinking and worrying about things more than he should. Unlike his elder siblings, he actually had a conscience. His guilt dissipating, his appetite returned. Quietly he sipped his rosewater and finished his meal.

Once he was done, he gave quick glance outside to see how much daylight was left. "I'm thinking of visiting the rose gardens before nightfall. If you have other places you'd like to visit, feel free to go ahead without me." 

she noticed hi was a bit surprised at her being so calm about it but she was. once her meal was done she stood up and stretched. "Actually I'll come I have not got to see the rose garden yet." she said and walked out of the building. that was something to put in her list of rare occasions She went in and out of a bar without a fight. course she did not look to see if a wanted sign was up for her head as she usually did but then again she was not up for a fight. 

She looked at the sky which said that they had little time before dark. "So you know where they're at?" she asked ready to follow him.

He shook his head. "No, but they shouldn't be hard to find." For a place known as the homeland of the Rosenites, the rose garden in question would be no mere patch of flowers. As a breeze blew, he caught a whiff of the roses' fragrant perfume. "Hm… It must be this way then. I'd love to see what kinds they have." Cymbel wandered the streets until he saw…it. Massive archways of foliage, all overgrown with blooming roses. This must be the famous rose maze of Sularia. The pathway leading to it was a beautiful stone which was both iridescent and milky white. Such a material was new to him, and even the grand villas of the fey's higher echelons of the court did not have this as paving stones. The closest thing he could imagine were the carved ornaments from the interior of mollusk shells, but even all the shells in the world could not produce this much.

"This must be it!" He exclaimed. The fey could hardly contain his excitement. The beauty and vitality of the plants that made this maze was astounding. The Rosenites truly were meticulous in caring for and tending these possibly ancient roses. Turning to face his dragon companion he asked, "Shall we enter?"