<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/6f93kJ3.jpg)<br/><br/>As it happened, the floral twins already had a visitor - a girl was sitting by a window in the corner. From the way she arched on her back and the fact that she was dressed in a bright purple swimsuit top and sarong, she was probably actually sunbathing. On the group's entry, she sat up, disturbing the flower-festooned hair of a shade of violet that competed with the swimsuit and contrasted with fair skin, opening deep sea-green eyes. "Oh, yes. The new arrival. I have heard much of you. I am named Ponipua. Hello." She rose to approach the group, and as she walked, purple flowers of the same vibrant purple tint as her hair sprouted in the soil under her bare feet. Which essentially was why she was here in the first place. <br/><br/>Of all the places in the complex other than her own grotto, Room 37 was the one that Ponipua frequented the most - it had the most sunlight, the floors were the only ones where one could reliably find soil, and when here, she never wanted for water. In other words, even though the flower twins had their own eccentricities, and even though they kept their room maddeningly temperate (when the air conditioning was working), this was the place that felt most like home. So unless she wanted to sulk in her own room all day, this was where she'd go to socialize. And since the two of them were good cooks, Ponipua could reasonably expect guests to come here fairly often.<br/><br/>"So was your trip agreeable? I found that staying in a flying metal tube for hours was not pleasant, but I hear that it is actually quite a popular undertaking." She gave a serene smile, though it faltered a little as her memory recalled what it felt like to fly in that plane-thing of theirs. How horrible...</div>