Palace? Garden? The redhead looked nervous for a second, gaze flickering between where Regan pointed at her own house as an example and back to the girl's blue eyes. Could she do it? What if she lost control? What if that thing took over and she hurt Regan? But Regan was explaining again and Jean forced herself out of her head and into paying attention again.
"Lock it up?"
She could lock up that bad part of herself? Why hadn't anyone told her? "No one ever told me," she shook her head, finding a empty spot in Regan's blissful field and concentrated as she had with the formation of the beautiful bird. Instantly walls appeared, building up around a bustling garden, a secret garden, with roses and foliage of all kinds and colors. She made a tree swing with a wooded seat and a bubbling fountain. It was the spitting image of the one from the book,The Secret Garden and Jean opened her eyes, taken in the sight with amazement and pride.
"Wow..." she breathed, studying the picture perfect garden before she shut her eyes and began putting her thoughts, the evil side, up inside a certain rose bush, spread throughout the petals and leaves. But it refused to go. It wanted to stay. It felt like part of her. She opened her eyes and looked at the illusionist. "I can't lock up that bad part of me, Regan," she said softly and slowly shook her head in despair, "Its like its part of my soul".