Plants, Am I Right?

It wasn’t the first time he had ever seen the greenhouse. He knew it existed, and had seen it in passing before. But he had never really thought about what might be inside. Obviously plants and stuff. Curiosity tugged at Kolt, pulling him closer to the delicate arch of the iron frame. As he approached, the thick air wrapped around him like a comfortable blanket, infused with the soothing aromas of herbs. He paused at the entrance, a wave of anticipation coursing through him. The glass panels glimmered in the soft light, and through them, he could make out clusters of green—the promise of life amidst the encroaching chill of winter.

The moment Kolt stepped inside the greenhouse, he was met with a symphony of scent—earthy and sweet, floral and herbal—filling his nostrils like a warm embrace. Sunlight filtered through the glass panels above, casting an intricate dance of light and shadow across the wooden tables laden with potted plants. Each leaf shimmered vibrantly in hues of green, beckoning him closer.

Kolt’s paws moved instinctively towards a table - a work surface of sorts that someone had left in the middle of a project. Sprigs of meticulously harvest plants left to dry … or temporarily left to await further processing. He couldn’t help but to lean in closer- brushing his nose against them, which in turn released a burst of scent that quickly became overwhelming.

"Kolt Carpathius"