She loves her flowers, a cheerful yellow, a stem that prefers wet feet, a rain-garden and house of hybridized orchids, mustache petals mixing with lavender blooms, burgundy Jewel orchids in a wood basket, appealing freckles, stripes and how they are bicolored and pristine, pretty to the eyes.
She likes when a flower resembles a swan's neck and how they are spicily scented and almost swimming on water, Moth and Boat orchids, triangular and complex patterns, her stable peppered with cloned and candy-like Butterfly plants with face-like features that mimic one another, her plants she studies carefully, lightly caressing the petals, the perfume permeating everything, especially her clothes, she traces her lovely lime green hybrid Pine orchid and almost neon-violet chica, the showoff flower is always in red, bright red, like some kind of English Rose, the fragrance is captivating, the prettiest girl at the ball.
She is known for her beauty, a resplendent beauty that she does not desire and does not want, she speaks softy and can be as sharp as a Razor Fern, she will show you her Cat Claws if threatened by a rival, she loves to spar, she kisses the feminine icy fern in the walk-in Greenhouse, she can be like a wild orchid sometimes, she stands in an open cellar door, she is like a Phantom flower if you get to know her, know her heart, because if you do not love her, she will die.