009 ❧ action, ota
[ It'd been a while since she'd really talked to anyone, besides Dug, the odd companion with his simple game of fetch, and the accident in Flint's lab.
Kida was upset. Upset that everyone had gone, and upset that everyone had come back, except Milo. Helga, Rourke, Vinny, she half expected Audrey. Doctor Kindly hadn't come back either. She was three for five, but none of it mattered unless Milo came back.
She near tore her room apart, but couldn't find a reason to justify it. She was a Queen, and she couldn't let herself fall that far down, could she?
The royal stared at the hole in the wall she had made when the Mist attacked. That was about as low as she was to allow herself to go, no other anguish could be shown. Still. It was hard without her only confidante. Fiddling with her crystal had become more of a safety blanket than a habit. Milo had her bracelet, and her bracelet always made it back to her. She kidded herself into thinking she had nothing to worry about. The Botanical Gardens would cure the homesickness in her heart, and yet bring so much more crashing down.
She took up a place in the largest tree in the garden. Sitting. Thinking. Not allowing herself to break anymore. You might catch the contrast of her white hair or bright blue clothes, or a lazy ankle hanging off the side of a branch. ]
Kida was upset. Upset that everyone had gone, and upset that everyone had come back, except Milo. Helga, Rourke, Vinny, she half expected Audrey. Doctor Kindly hadn't come back either. She was three for five, but none of it mattered unless Milo came back.
She near tore her room apart, but couldn't find a reason to justify it. She was a Queen, and she couldn't let herself fall that far down, could she?
The royal stared at the hole in the wall she had made when the Mist attacked. That was about as low as she was to allow herself to go, no other anguish could be shown. Still. It was hard without her only confidante. Fiddling with her crystal had become more of a safety blanket than a habit. Milo had her bracelet, and her bracelet always made it back to her. She kidded herself into thinking she had nothing to worry about. The Botanical Gardens would cure the homesickness in her heart, and yet bring so much more crashing down.
She took up a place in the largest tree in the garden. Sitting. Thinking. Not allowing herself to break anymore. You might catch the contrast of her white hair or bright blue clothes, or a lazy ankle hanging off the side of a branch. ]