French Cuisine, or Was It Guillotine?

After the rain the night before, the late morning sky overhead was a perfect blue and bereft of clouds. Birds and insects flew about frantically, eating and being eaten as they tried only to do what must be done to survive in this world. The fragrance from the flowers listed blissfully through the air, as for once, the wind had seen fit to blow the smells of the harbor out and away from the garden.

Abigaíl sat in the garden behind the mansion and dressed in a light top and shorts to stave off the end of summer's heat, as she had been doing since just after breakfast. Her zanpakutō, a gorgeous rapier in its shikai form, rest across her crossed legs while she meditated. While the outside was peaceful and serene, however, inside her mind was anything but. A tumultuous battle was taking place, between her and her other half as they carried out not the usual battle for supremacy, but one for self improvement.

Every so often, her reiatsu would surge as the two powers clashed unseen. Energies of both Shinigami and Hollow filled the garden, only to subside again as the advantage one had gained over the other was taken away. A particular few times when Abigaíl had been in one such moment of power, her rising energies had manifested in the world around her. This energy still lingered about the garden, solidified into the many strands of a spider's web that draped ever so gently over the flowers, as though they were afraid to touch.