Ironically enough, the Tempest Corona is currently experiencing a bit of a tempest, itself. Wind whips through the garden, causing the trees and bushes to thrash about violently, dislodging petals from some of the early flowering plants. Amidst all of this, a steady rain drenches the garden, and those in it. "Peace," Tshepsi can be heard to sigh, her snowy lashes closing to seal closed the scarlet portals. "Comessss from a sssequence of knowing one's ssssafety and harmony with the powerssss that be. The white dragon within one'ssss sssself embodiessss thisssss."