Belinda Lange (madeofsunshine) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2014-03-14 00:02:00 |
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If asked, Belinda would argue that she had put up a noble effort to stay positive during a day spent cooped inside by the gloomy and overcast weather. She had tried to find activities for Glenda, Mayara, and her to occupy their time. First she attempted a game of Monopoly, but her familiar seemed to struggle a bit with the rules. Next, Belinda found her old copy of Candyland, but Glenda was going to have none of that. Eventually her sister jumped ship and went out for the afternoon, leaving her alone with the capybara. It didn’t bother her; she’d spent plenty of time alone with Mayara on the trip back to the states. They had played games and Belinda had combed her familiar’s coat, but once that was finished, she began to feel the nagging feelings of boredom needling at her. Despite the loom of rain that hung in the air, she decided to take a walk around the neighborhood, much like she used to do when she was younger. Though she had no intentions of “liberating” any houseplants, she couldn’t say for sure that the idea was completely off the table.
When she was little, Belinda would walk for what felt like house before she finally reached the end of the neighborhood and eventually turned around to head home; this time, it seemed as though it barely took her a half-hour. She decided to walk farther, to explore what lay beyond the strip of Scarlet Oak that she had memorized as a child; besides, sometimes it helped make her sleepwalking a little less severe if she was tired when she went to sleep. For the most part it was empty streets that led to other neighborhoods that were half the size of Belinda’s. After some time, she eventually found herself in a new series of neighborhoods altogether. These homes were much larger than the ones near her parent’s house. She must have wandered into one of the affluent parts of town. For all the walking she had done in years past, she had never traveled to this part of town. Each house was lovelier than the last.
That was when Belinda saw it. Seemingly out of place in this suburban dream was an untamed mass of trees and brush. It instantly captured her curiosity. Why would someone keep their garden so unmanaged when the rest of the neighborhood, even the house itself, appeared so beautifully sculpted? She had to investigate. Her hope was that someone could see that Earth wasn’t meant to be confined and manicured into extreme precision; there was nothing in nature that was precise, with fine cut edges. Belinda stepped through the brush, instantly catching her sweater on a stray branch. She pushed her way through and what awaited deeper within the garden was truly a wonder to behold. There were more plants than she had ever seen in a casual garden and each one was blossoming to it’s fullest potential. That in itself was enough to distract her from the other inhabitant of the Earthly oasis. Standing off in a corner, tending to a crop of flowers, was a beautiful redhead -- and a naked one at that. Belinda was instantly fascinated with this person and wanted to know every single thing about her. “You have a beautiful garden.” Her voice was nothing but bright and friendly. She didn’t apologize for trespassing or for intruding on what others might consider to be a ‘private’ moment.