FLOWER CHILD

with not a worry in the world; the sight made her lose any intention of trying the
drink…
After everyone had finished their tea, the children and the maid were laying
in the grass, relaxing as they watched the sunset. As the sun hided behind the
horizon, the sound of the dutch door was heard once again as a maid in an
apron came to the garden and walked directly towards the group, When she got
close enough, she singled out Agnès, calling for her. She whispers into the girl’s
ear while pointing towards the main gate of the orphanage, Gretchen couldn’t
help but look at the same direction.
A tall gorgeous woman dressed in exquisite clothing was waiting for Agnès. She
had a calm yet stern expression that was half covered by a flower arrangement
falling gracefully from her hair, much like Lady Marie she too was covered in
precious metal and stone ornaments and had a similar air of nobility to her,
but unlike the dark skinned woman of golden eyes, this woman’s eyes were a
deep blue that shimmered like gemstones and her skin was as pale as the finest
of marble, her semblance was beyond simple nobility and was more similar to
the mesmerizing allure of the flowers that adorned the house. Agnès sprinted
towards the woman with an even wider smile than usual, leaving everyone
behind; as she ran towards the gate you could hear her yell “her Ladyship came
back” she greeted her excitedly but as soon as she got close enough to see her
face to face she suddenly calmed down and stayed quiet. It was quite rare to
behold her behave in such a modest way. The two of them had a brief chat,
which Gretchen tried to eavesdrop but couldn’t quite make it out, she figured
it was none of her business anyway, but couldn’t help her curiosity and kept
paying attention in the hopes of hearing what they were talking about but to no
avail. She resigned to simply listen to bits of the conversation and eventually just
forgot about the matter and kept enjoying the sunset with the other children. In
the end she didn’t really learn anything.
Night fell over the “Montvoisin children’s home” and Agnès and Gretchen were
getting ready for bed. It had been a long day for Gretchen, but for a first day, it
was certainly pleasant.