Post by christine on Feb 21, 2013 13:54:38 GMT -5
She had finally done it, she had managed to run away. Alright, so her 'running away' included only being able to dodge the two elderly women that had taken her in as their charge - but still, they were usually so very hawk like and attentive, that Christine was silently thankful that they had been distracted on their excursion into the city, distracted by familiar face. She had grown, needless to say, bored with trailing behind the aging women, and the day was too young and far too bright to be spent skulking along behind their skirts, so as soon as the two women fell to conversation and petty gossiping, Christine took the once in a blue moon opportunity to branch out and explore.
She did not get very far though, before she heard her name being called out, and the young woman immediately made a break for a growing crowd - although, said crowd was moving awfully fast, especially for someone who was well beyond being distracted by her surroundings. Soon after, however, she her attention was properly stolen away from her botched escape when she came across the gardens. She hadn't been inside since she was a child still clutching her mother's hands. Her mother used to love the gardens, and in turn, Christine grew to absolutely adore them, but that was both in part to them being breathtakingly beautiful when the light was at it's brightest -- and because they served as a constant reminder of her mother.
She quickly and quietly ascended the small steps leading into the archway before the gardens seemed to open up right before her eyes, the corners of her mouth pulling into a sheepish smile. And didn't she appear to be the little lost lamb, so wide eyed with the facing of splendor she had not known in what felt like a long millennium.
But regardless of the poor memories the garden proffered unto her, they did manage to bring a new found sense of contentment to her, as well - they served as something familiar, something she knew. Not to mention, the plants and foliage would make for an excellent hiding spot, should her two caretakers continue the hopefully futile effort to figure out where she went, and promptly retrieve her. Her thoughts were properly interrupted, though, when she turned in enough time to bump into someone.
"Oh! I am so sorry!"
Christine, you silly girl.
She did not get very far though, before she heard her name being called out, and the young woman immediately made a break for a growing crowd - although, said crowd was moving awfully fast, especially for someone who was well beyond being distracted by her surroundings. Soon after, however, she her attention was properly stolen away from her botched escape when she came across the gardens. She hadn't been inside since she was a child still clutching her mother's hands. Her mother used to love the gardens, and in turn, Christine grew to absolutely adore them, but that was both in part to them being breathtakingly beautiful when the light was at it's brightest -- and because they served as a constant reminder of her mother.
She quickly and quietly ascended the small steps leading into the archway before the gardens seemed to open up right before her eyes, the corners of her mouth pulling into a sheepish smile. And didn't she appear to be the little lost lamb, so wide eyed with the facing of splendor she had not known in what felt like a long millennium.
But regardless of the poor memories the garden proffered unto her, they did manage to bring a new found sense of contentment to her, as well - they served as something familiar, something she knew. Not to mention, the plants and foliage would make for an excellent hiding spot, should her two caretakers continue the hopefully futile effort to figure out where she went, and promptly retrieve her. Her thoughts were properly interrupted, though, when she turned in enough time to bump into someone.
"Oh! I am so sorry!"
Christine, you silly girl.