Smiling, the elder druidess watched as Uhl and princess Anya was talking. Originally, Sylvestra had waited by the exit to perhaps speak to Uhl, but upon seeing the Princess approach the gardens she had quickly scurried to make the place presentable. Not that it wasn't, it was just something her masters had beaten into her - always make sure the gardens are at their best if royalty comes.
From a nearby tree, she watched them. She didn't know it was Uhl who had planted those poppys, but she was glad he had, wherever he had gotten them from. They did after all remind her of the festival Uhl told the princess about.

Approaching them, Sylvestra bowed. "Good evening milady Anya. Uhl." she nodded to the elf servant. "What brings you to my gardens at this time? It is supper, is it not?" she tilted her head and smiled, trying to be as polite and nice as possible.