As they were led through the intricate, wrought iron gate she briefly felt as if she had entered a period drama. Silver moonlight was reflected by decorative ponds and white marble statues. Soft lanterns glowed in the dark and fairies were dancing over beds of moonflowers or just above the surface of the water, like small fireflies. She could hear a nightingale sing in the trees, near what she presumed to be a fairy hive and in the distance, there were the calls of mooncalves.