Daphne was out for a walk- no, a flight... was that what it'd be called? She supposed so. She was out flying, trying to understand her new body and adjust to the feeling of propelling herself through the air. She thought it was fascinating how easily the movement had come to her. When she was young (well, when any human was young, really), she'd struggled with learning how to run and jump and walk but here she was able to fly without a second thought. She'd seen the motion plenty of times and she'd moved through many different realms in this body so maybe that had something to do with it. In any case, she was happy she could skip the uncomfortable stage of learning new things given she'd be moving about at an incredibly slow pace if she didn't know how to fly. From her height, she noticed a strange white creature digging around and began to descend, observing the actions quietly for a moment. In her previous life, she'd done an awful lot of planting prior to arriving in the Otherworld. Her family had owned a farm and it'd been out of necessity. She loved it but, being the youngest, she was only ever trusted with a small section. When she'd gone to the Otherworld, none of that had been necessary anymore but she'd still kept a few plants in her room at all times. She didn't have anything to connect her to her true home so it'd been a comfort to care for such things so tenderly, even if it was technically a job meant only for the Guardians. "Would you like any help? I know quite a bit about gardening, though it looks like you've got it under control. I'm Daphne, by the way. I don't think we've met," the girl greeted.