He stood quietly a moment and both pondered her words and studied the garden.  Issues of Gods was something beyond anything he could contend with.  He was neither a philosopher nor a Priest, and had little beyond a basic schooling and understanding of the pantheon and the individual deities.  That was something he could think of later...the garden would take all his attention for now.<br/><br/>He couldn't identify even a tenth of the varieties of flowers, let alone the other plants that were present.  He knew little of botanical matters.  His was a world of more practical and martial affairs, with little room for the finer things in life.  But, he could appreciate their simple beauty, arms folded lightly behind his back as he studied the garden.<br/><br/>To find the single most beautiful and rare of flowers in the garden would certainly be a challenge, but with unwavering confidence he gave Lady Maki one last nod and then started roaming the garden, giving each and every flower a moment of his time.  He would take hours simply to study the many flowers and ponder the situation, managing to find some enjoyment in the many colours and scents, not allowing himself to harbour even a trace of doubt or worry.<br/><br/>Hours would pass before he would return to Lady Maki carrying a single long stemmed rose, iddly plucking thorns from it's stem.  It was likely a very poor choice for his task, but he had come to a decision in regards to the most beautiful and rare of flowers to be fond in the garden, "I have made my decision, Lady Maki, and am ready to visit with Lady Shera."