Talking flowers could be horribly rude sometimes
         and also terribly distracting when she wasn’t exercising
         some measure of caution in Wonderland. And really, one
         should always proceed carefully when in Wonderland.
         So in the end she supposed that it was her fault for getting
         lost within the overgrown trees and ending up walking
         through tea cups and hollow forms that could be buildings.

                  Yes, she was
                  completely and
                  absolutely lost.

                                                               Was that truly a surprise?

                           Brushing her bangs out of her eyes she
                           peered up at the sky, which was a
                           peculiar shade between pink and
                           orange and purple. Maybe even
                           a hint of red. Pretty but–even the sky
                           was distracting!

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                                             Oh, maybe she should
                                             just ask the flowers where
                                             she should be headed.

         There was the slightest breeze and she
         exhaled quietly. Softly. Just a breath in
         the wind and she took a step forwards
         before backtracking as someone brushed
         right past her and she inhaled and exhaled
         again. No harm done, and she didn’t mind.

                           A flash of dark fabric caught her eye though and she
                           gazed after it before starting into motion and trailing
                           after the scrap drifting in the breeze. Thin fingers
                           plucked it out of the air and she turned towards the
                           retreating back of the stranger, before taking off
                           after them.

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                                             ”Excuse me, sir—
                                             I think you may
                                             have dropped this.”

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         ”—Oh, let me help you with that.”

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         “Oh, it’s dusty…”

                           Perhaps some spring cleaning was in order, soon.

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         ”It seems quiet tonight.” Apart from the crashing rain but that was an extraneous detail. Activity nearby seemed low–perhaps a side effect of the heavy rain that the dark grey sky had been telling of all day.

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         ”—Riku? Where have you been?”

                 It’s not like she thought he was really gone. Really.

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         ”Seems like the weather doesn't know what season it is…”

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         There was a faint rumbling sound and she glanced down at her stomach.

                           ”—Oh…”

                                             It wasn’t often that she actually felt hungry.