A chance encounter (Syrah)

[Apple Cretshaw]

Year 512AV Spring, Day 40 Apple had made a list. She was quite proud of herself to be honest. She doubted she would follow the list or ever actually cross anything off it. What with every shiny or new thing she seen catching her attention and holding it like a vice. Still her little list had led her to the Semele park. Originally she had intended to be somewhere but seeing all the people and colors made her wander towards it, the paper crumpling in her hand. She had seen flowers before, mostly weeds but this was something else. Beautiful even if all the different scents made her nose wrinkle in mild distaste. Pleasant enough as well, everyone stopped to say hello or nodded. Her fingers twitched with the urge to pick the flowers but she swiftly decided against it. What was acceptable and not acceptable in this society was hard to grasp. They were an odd group to say the least. Teeming with mostly males in all sorts of hues. It made her slightly uncomfortable. She ignored it though, instead refocusing her attention on the enormous garden, her eyes darting around wildly and trying to take it all in at once. Absorbed as she was and wringing her hands to curb her urge to rip the flowers up and run off with a bunch she found herself nearly at the end of the park, the path curbing all the way around. It was only then she noticed the sun was also finally beginning to fall from the sky. She didn’t hurry though, instead watching curiously as now mostly male and female partners seemed to outweigh those seeking simple pleasures. In the end she stood there for a few moments. For a moment looking every bit the helpless child she was before straightening out and striding forward, nearly bumping into the woman in front of her. Steadying both herself and trying to help the other woman she grimaced slightly, "My apologies. My mind was...elsewhere."