Oh well, bright and smell nice. You don't get a lot of both together but she can mix and match. She takes a breath and vines crawl up both ends of the railing, sprouting brilliantly colored trumpets of morning glories and small fragrant sprigs of jasmine. At the base, oleander in all it's varieties obscure where railing meets ground. It's all marked in a sparkling pink magic that fades when her eyes open.

"Oh--oh thank you!" She takes it up, beaming, "I love a grape vine motif."