Boredom. Boredom was the best word to sum up how Anemone felt right now. It was only ten in the morning when Anemone finally couldn't stand it anymore. She got up from her somewhat idle location on Ellie's bed and began pacing back and forth between the space from the door and window. ********* wasn't in the hall, and ********* couldn't be seen from the window. Where was *********? She missed ********* so much that the walls of Ellie's room finally couldn't contain Anemone any longer.
Down the hall and leaping down the stairs like a child on Christmas morning, Anemone's high-waisted floral pattern ruffled skirt gave her legs plenty of room to move but when it came to stopping at the bottom her silky tights caused her to slide. It didn't cause her too much grief but a meek squeak could be heard as her body moved involuntarily further. It was but a moment after that there was a bounce to her step as she began digging around in the closest near the door.
Not unusually distracted by ********* absence, Anemone hadn't bothered to do her hair this morning so her long wavy locks dragged back and forth across the floor as she hunched over looking for shoes. She didn't recognize most of the shoes in the closet and to be honest she had no idea where her shoes were so it was no surprise that she became bored with her search before finally she gave up entirely. Who needed shoes?! Anemone clearly didn't because she jumped up and left the house without any.
Under the clear mid-morning light, it was easy to see the detail of flowers in the knitted lace in her shirt as she wandered around without direction. She didn't know where ********* was but she knew where ********* wasn't so she left Ellie's house without a care. She was guided by the cool breeze, walking with the sun to her back. In any sense of the phrase, it was a perfect spring day... or it would be if she could just find *********! She would find her, she definitely would, and then finally she could sit back and relax.
She might have continued stomping down the sidewalk but in her condition the pavement below her feet started to become a nuisance. Step after step she felt rocks, and every other step she felt other miscellaneous objects. Neither were particularly welcome so when she caught sight of the familiar park she found that the bright green May grass begun to call to her like an oasis in the desert.
She knew this park. It didn't look the same now because the snow was gone but with the warm welcome of spring she could still see the memory of that Valentine's Day morning. She was fond of it in the winter but now with the bright colours of spring popped up in the flower beds and the cold air was all but gone, Anemone found herself at peace for some reason. She didn't quite understand why this new feeling arose but her feet slid happily across the plush spring grass, running her fingertips over the slides and swinging around the swing set until she found her way to the flower beds.
Silk stocking covered feet carefully danced around the flower beds as the birds in the trees above celebrated the season until finally she found a striking growth of peonies. She didn't know what these flowers were called anymore but they were pretty and she found herself reaching out to touch them. She hesitated, feeling at a loss for a second. It was there, with her hand held out, that a smile fell across the previously forlorn face.
It was such a simple notion but for some reason, the flower beds here brought a joy to her different from any ********* ever had. Each one sparked a lightly different feeling from excitement to even sorrow when she found a few had been picked and discarded. She felt bad for the flowers, and an curious anger that she could not explain. She cared for them but she did not understand why. She wouldn't let the flower simply die there, reaching down to pick up the discarded flowers. There, like a child, Anemone tucked each one into her hair, and finally in that moment her thoughts weren't entirely filled with simply finding *********. It was small but for a moment a small piece of what used to be Theodora Argyros shone through the mask of Anemone Gray.
