it's envira bitches

[brii]

It seemed a fitting day to take a stroll through the gardens, what with the sun shining and little else to keep her occupied. But her expectations were not met. Typical. By the time she made it outside, the clouds had moved in and she had lost any motivation to keep putting one foot in front of the other. However, it was too late to go back inside, the way she saw it. She was already here and to return to her room would take just as much effort as to keep walking through the garden. In all actuality, it would take more, as she figured she'd probably never find her way back. She’d been at the castle a scant few days and had not so much as stepped foot beyond the rooms that were necessary for her to know. Not that a few days was enough to figure this entire place out anyways.

No, Envira hadn’t been bothered in the slightest to go anywhere for anything other than her basic needs. She acknowledged only one reason for her avoidance of the rest of the castle, although there could very well be two. The castle was enormous, and rather than taking on the adventure of exploring it, for once she chose to be fully against anything remotely interesting, as well as avoid having to ask for directions. Her spirit for such things had been completed demolished since being shipped over to the castle. It had been for her own safety that she leave Ilassa, sure sure, but this place seemed to have it’s own set of issues. This was perhaps the second reason for her choice in solitary confinement. She knew very little of the family and guests presently residing in the castle, and from what she gathered it was probably best to keep it that way. Besides, the way she had it figured, she’d end up more outcasted than she was already making herself. Rash, but it seemed to be more and more appealing of an idea as boredom had finally led her from her room and to the gardens. Loneliness may have been very well linked to this excursion as well.

And yet with no initiative to keep moving, she now found herself standing in the middle of a path, contemplating her frustration at both the situation at hand, and the general idea of feeling prisoner here. In the midst of her whirlwind of thought, she found herself looking over the flowers, and at random realizing that not a single flower was a rose. Somewhat enamored by this sudden awareness (in a most annoying way) she began examining the foliage around her, determined to spot a rose, regardless of the obvious fact that she would never find one. Surely it was something to keep her occupied, right?

((had to keep the title =x))