Amazing, how Iris made more sense to her than people who were raised in civilization. Iris was nothing short from mesmerizing, down to her eyes that were worth a thousand words and her sincere perception. She studied the brunette's expression and read nothing but honesty in it. There wasn't speculation there the way there were with others she told about Wonderland. All in all, Alice knew her friend believed her, didn't judge her for the world she believed in with all her heart.
"It's beautiful, you know," she began. If Alice had her interest, she wasn't going to waste it. "The flowers sing quite beautifully this time of year." Summer, if she remembered correctly. Time worked so differently there, it wasn't easy keeping up with the weather when she was use to the endless cold in Winterwood. "I hope you could see it one day."