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!

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.

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

”—Oh, let me help you with that.”

“Oh, it’s dusty…”
Perhaps some spring cleaning was in order, soon.

”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.

”—Riku? Where have you been?”
It’s not like she thought he was really gone. Really.

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

There was a faint rumbling sound and she glanced down at her stomach.
”—Oh…”
It wasn’t often that she actually felt hungry.