Oh, Eden's noticed. Mostly by the way they order the thralls around, and what exactly those demands were. Always demands and orders it seemed like, and never requests.

"After being here for a bit, I thought that Gold and Black courts both had the most trouble successfully raising their novices," she mused, watching and tracking where the discarded vine went. Depending, it'll probably recover once reconnecting to the ground. It would depend on how strong the growth rate lingered.

"So that part's true? That's a shame," she'll nod with a bit of understanding. There were so many things she hadn't had a chance to try. The year here was her only shot then. "I never really enjoyed the taste of ash. Sometimes a strong wind would kick it up while cleaning the fires. Is bloodwine the same for you, then? Or would having blood change it enough to keep it appealing?"