[ Merlin has always cherished whenever humans have followed through on their words. It makes them more brave—far more attractive than what words can manage to spell out. Actions are powerful, cementing what is said into history—can't be taken back, can't be diminished.

To anyone who might come along to expect to see the garden in its normal glory, they will find a wall risen from their perspective, blocking entry and sight into what is going on amongst the gentle flower fields, and ugly statues hidden by the illusionary magic. ]

Hehe, I suppose this is where I say you're forgiven?

[ Merlin's voice continues to tip towards teasing, gentle, as Sonya comes closer—and Merlin steps on over to meet him the rest of the way, letting his white cloak also drop from him, leaving it behind as it flutters in the nightly breeze. He already wears enough layers, no need to complicate it—in front of Sonya he will be able to see him in his sleeveless black turtleneck shirt, pants, and shoes.

His fingers reach out, to boldly, yet gently rest on the other's shoulders. ]

Good fortune is here with you indeed. No one will be allowed entry. They won't see this glorious sight...it's only for you and me. Like a dream, but it's only a beautiful reality.

[ He will also lean slightly upwards to start them off with a bold kiss. ]