06-28-2018, 03:28 AM
//feel free to skip to the last paragraph;; most of this is just my half-asleep rambling.
There she was, lying face down in the sand. The feline was just pretending that she was resting. Why, may you ask? Well, Honey had tripped and faceplanted like a complete idiot, and rather than walking off her mistake, she decided to pretend it was on purpose, just in case anyone saw her. First of all, she wasn't even used to walking at this point. How long had it been since she last moved around? Years, maybe. She was stuck with some abnormal situation that she couldn't even comprehend or remember correctly. At this point, she chose to accept it. Whatever it was, it happened. That was all there was to it.
Secondly, her damn depth-perception was all wonky due to the flower growing out of her eye. She couldn't even recall how it got there in the first place, but again, she decided not to question things. It wasn't like she could get rid of it anyhow. At least it didn't hurt, despite where the roots were digging into. It was the same for every other flower on her face; she couldn't recall where any of them came from, it was impossible for her to remove, and it didn't seem like it was harming her.
Honey decided that she had enough damn face-in-the-sand-self-contemplation, so she sat up, taking a quick look around to make sure nobody was staring at her. After shaking the sand off of her fur, as well as her bag, she moved along, followed by Bean. Now, Bean was a bit of a pest at first. Being a hummingbird, he found interest in the flowers on the girl's face. That lead to a few awkward jabs to her face by a tiny beak from time to time, since she was pretty much an unlimited food source for that little guy. He was just lucky that she wasn't interested in eating him.
Asides from Bean, Honey was pretty sure she was completely alone. Really, she hadn't even communicated with anyone in the near past. It hadn't been out of avoidance or anything; her situation just didn't exactly let her talk to others. Yet again, it was just another thing she accepted. All she knew is that something happened to her and that she was alone. That was all that she needed to understand. She was fine now, and that was all that mattered.
After a long walk, Honey came to a stop. "Looks like we found it, Bean," she mumbled to her bird companion. There it was: the perfect gardening spot. Sure, a rainforest wasn't the most ideal place to grow what she wanted to grow, but she had her ways. Humming lightly to herself, she removed a seed packet from her bag. This would be the beginning of her perfect tea garden. Unfortunately, she didn't have a shovel on her, or really anything to dig up dirt, so she'd have to use her paws. So, there sat Honey, blissfully unaware of the fact that she was gardening in a terriotory that she had just tresspassed on.
There she was, lying face down in the sand. The feline was just pretending that she was resting. Why, may you ask? Well, Honey had tripped and faceplanted like a complete idiot, and rather than walking off her mistake, she decided to pretend it was on purpose, just in case anyone saw her. First of all, she wasn't even used to walking at this point. How long had it been since she last moved around? Years, maybe. She was stuck with some abnormal situation that she couldn't even comprehend or remember correctly. At this point, she chose to accept it. Whatever it was, it happened. That was all there was to it.
Secondly, her damn depth-perception was all wonky due to the flower growing out of her eye. She couldn't even recall how it got there in the first place, but again, she decided not to question things. It wasn't like she could get rid of it anyhow. At least it didn't hurt, despite where the roots were digging into. It was the same for every other flower on her face; she couldn't recall where any of them came from, it was impossible for her to remove, and it didn't seem like it was harming her.
Honey decided that she had enough damn face-in-the-sand-self-contemplation, so she sat up, taking a quick look around to make sure nobody was staring at her. After shaking the sand off of her fur, as well as her bag, she moved along, followed by Bean. Now, Bean was a bit of a pest at first. Being a hummingbird, he found interest in the flowers on the girl's face. That lead to a few awkward jabs to her face by a tiny beak from time to time, since she was pretty much an unlimited food source for that little guy. He was just lucky that she wasn't interested in eating him.
Asides from Bean, Honey was pretty sure she was completely alone. Really, she hadn't even communicated with anyone in the near past. It hadn't been out of avoidance or anything; her situation just didn't exactly let her talk to others. Yet again, it was just another thing she accepted. All she knew is that something happened to her and that she was alone. That was all that she needed to understand. She was fine now, and that was all that mattered.
After a long walk, Honey came to a stop. "Looks like we found it, Bean," she mumbled to her bird companion. There it was: the perfect gardening spot. Sure, a rainforest wasn't the most ideal place to grow what she wanted to grow, but she had her ways. Humming lightly to herself, she removed a seed packet from her bag. This would be the beginning of her perfect tea garden. Unfortunately, she didn't have a shovel on her, or really anything to dig up dirt, so she'd have to use her paws. So, there sat Honey, blissfully unaware of the fact that she was gardening in a terriotory that she had just tresspassed on.