The whole place is covered in earthy, yet elegant tones: browns and yellows and golds. The sounds here are calming: bees gently buzzing, the gushing of the nearby waterfall, and the breeze rustling the leaves of the tall trees. Somewhere, Rosalina can hear the sounds of distant wildlife: cataquacks, bees and piranha plants snapping away at nothing.
And the air smells nice, too. It's a sweet syrupy smell, like honey. Or maybe treacle.
Rosalina sits under the tallest tree around as she watches the Lumas frolick around, jumping into piles of leaves and splashing through the waterfall. It's a nice afternoon, and she thought it'd be great for the Lumas to experience the great outdoor every once in a while.
But there's always a fault somewhere. The earthy colours get quite dull to look at after a while; there's no variety. Those sounds are actually starting to get on her nerves, the bees buzzing in particular. The creatures might start attacking the Lumas if they got too close.
And that syrupy smell makes the air seem so much more thicker and muggy.
Rosalina isn't really much of an outdoorsy person, but even she can appreciate nature. But only for a limited time.
And as she gets up and finds dirt smeared all over the seat of her dress, she's reached that limit.
She's not a prissy person, not really, but that doesn't mean she likes getting her clothes all dirty.
She claps her hands a few times to get the Lumas' attention. "Time to go!"
The Lumas all groan and whine, but Rosalina just wants to get out of here and go back home. To her clean home.
The Comet Observatory has its flaws too - too open, rooms too far apart - but those are ones she can easily manage. Forever, if she has to.