She was deliberating as she stared at the last two petals of this one flower, while the few others she picked we're laid down to one side of her.
This was such a silly little habit humans had..she remembered this. Sometimes girls would pick petals off of flowers, as if the flowers could give them answers. She'd scoffed at it then and had her fun with it--but as she stared at the spinning little flower between her fingers, not paying attention to much, she wondered if this was why humans would put any kind of credence in such a meaningless ritual. If the way it took some kind of burden off of her shoulders was why they did it. She wasn't sure. She wondered what would happen if she chose to forsake the pattern and change things.
She just stretched her legs out in front of herself without regards to anyone passing by and sighed, dropping the flower in her lap to stare, instead, upwards at the side of the building behind her instead. What was she doing?? She could already hear Blue's judgement, and feel Yellow's disapproval. Pink saw a flash of pink reflect briefly on the wall behind her; she saw it also from the corner of her eye, and her expression turned into a confused deer in headlights for a second, and she popped into a proper, upright sitting position to stare in the direction in came from. Cause that wasn't her. It couldn't be from her.
Well, it COULD, but she was pretty sure it WASN'T, this time. And Pink was right. It was some curly-haired human boy.
"Wha--?" She just blinked and looked down at him in the time it took her head to catch up with the moment. When it finally did, she swept all of her thoughts under a rug, and neatly put everything away inside the safety of a warm, but incredulous laugh at this Human's notion.
"Pfft-what?" Another giggle. "Me? Noo, that's so flattering, but I'm not your mother."
A beat more, and she smiled easily. Brightly, even, with a little excitement put back into it, without any shown regard or caution for the cracked pavement.
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This was such a silly little habit humans had..she remembered this. Sometimes girls would pick petals off of flowers, as if the flowers could give them answers. She'd scoffed at it then and had her fun with it--but as she stared at the spinning little flower between her fingers, not paying attention to much, she wondered if this was why humans would put any kind of credence in such a meaningless ritual. If the way it took some kind of burden off of her shoulders was why they did it. She wasn't sure. She wondered what would happen if she chose to forsake the pattern and change things.
She just stretched her legs out in front of herself without regards to anyone passing by and sighed, dropping the flower in her lap to stare, instead, upwards at the side of the building behind her instead. What was she doing?? She could already hear Blue's judgement, and feel Yellow's disapproval. Pink saw a flash of pink reflect briefly on the wall behind her; she saw it also from the corner of her eye, and her expression turned into a confused deer in headlights for a second, and she popped into a proper, upright sitting position to stare in the direction in came from. Cause that wasn't her. It couldn't be from her.
Well, it COULD, but she was pretty sure it WASN'T, this time. And Pink was right. It was some curly-haired human boy.
"Wha--?" She just blinked and looked down at him in the time it took her head to catch up with the moment. When it finally did, she swept all of her thoughts under a rug, and neatly put everything away inside the safety of a warm, but incredulous laugh at this Human's notion.
"Pfft-what?" Another giggle. "Me? Noo, that's so flattering, but I'm not your mother."
A beat more, and she smiled easily. Brightly, even, with a little excitement put back into it, without any shown regard or caution for the cracked pavement.
"Are you lost, little one? We can go find her!"