There so many flowers everywhere for miles across, each with a different aroma. It was hard to decide which flowers to choose from, running up to a few pick them making the decision, happy Harmony sits in the green pasture surrounded by beauty delightfully enjoying her hobby. Matching certain colors with another.
"The white one will look good, with the blues."
Grabbing them weaves their steams into the right place, everyone would have a crown, and everyone would be so happy too. A thought that made her smile spread further. Finishing it up puts it aside and picks up another one, this one was red. She stares at it the longest when a shadow cast over her, looking up her eyes beam with delight.
"Hello!" She greets them. Standing up and hugs their leg. "You're here." Squeezing their leg tighter, a tender hand rests on her head gently. Being careful not to flatten of her curls. "Look, I'm making flower crowns." She points.
Their eyes follow at the semi-pile she had. "So you have. They look lovely. Did you make one for everyone?"
Harmony nods her head. "Yes. Everyone will get one! Even you." she releases their leg and goes to the pile picking up one, turn around finding them already there. "Here!"
They kneel down and she places it on their head. Adjusting it well. Standing back clapping happily, to see it fit and look lovely. "Why, you have made a lovely crown, Harmony."
"You like it?" she asked hoping.
They give a nod standing back up. "You are truly kind," they place a hand gently on the side of their face, looking at them softly. "and precious. Growing into a lovely flower, you are. Oh," they remember. "do you still sing the song I taught you?"
"Yes!" She said proudly. "I remember it and love to sing it. Or hum it." She grabs their hands. "Can we sing it together? Huh? Can we?"
A warm smile spread on their face. "I would love too, though weren't you busy making another flower crown? A red one correct?" They present suddenly a certain red flower.
One Harmony knew well and her eyes filled her with joy. "Red Spider-lilies! Auntie Red's favorite." She takes it from them holding it delicately. "Auntie Red loves these. She said so herself. They are just as beautiful as her." She takes a seat, her friend sits next to her holding her close as they both look at the flower together. She lightly touches the petals. With a long sigh and drooping shoulders.
"Why? What are you sad now? Pretty little mouse?" they asked softly. Stroking her hair. She kept her lips closed. "Tell me? Please? You always tell me."
Another heavy sigh leaves her lips. "I want to see, Auntie Red again. I miss her. I haven't seen her."
"Oh? Why is that? Where did she go?"
Harmony shrugs her shoulders. "I don't know. I wish I did."
"Does anyone know?"
Again her shoulders shrug."I don't know. Pirate...I mean Ciel says Auntie has left. Mr. Sebastian said it too."
"What about your sister? What has she said?"
Thinking about it, she wasn't sure. "My sister...I don't know. She doesn't talk about Auntie Red a lot. I wish she did though. I want to take Auntie Red some flowers, her favorite flowers. She loved my flowers for her. All the time. She said it always made her smile. I love Auntie Red's smile. We would always play tag outside when she came. We would dance too. She would buy me really nice things." She squeals.
Her friend chuckles stroking her hair gently. "Oh, how lovely that sounds. Your Auntie Red really loved you."
"Yes! She did. She even wanted me and my sister to go and live with her." Harmony fondly says looking up at the sky. "I would have loved to live with Auntie Red, it would have been so much fun! But," her tone drops. "May always said no. It hurt Auntie's feelings. It made her sad, but, she was still happy. One time she gave me a really big kiss! Right here." She points to her left cheek. "It was really, really big and wet. It made me laugh all day."
She nearly throws herself out of their hold from her giggles. "Whoa, careful there." They set her up straight on their lap. Their arms wrapped around her small waist securely. "She really made your day, all the time."
"Yes, she did. All the time...I really...really miss her.." Harmony begins to cry, turning to her friend. Who starts to wipe away her tears carefully.
"Now, now a pretty face such as yourself should not be crying," they tell her now wiping with their sleeve. Patting those eyes dry. "There, there. No tears." They clean her face completely. Holding her close."My sweet little mouse, I am sorry your Auntie Red is...gone. But-"
"But, she'll be back." Harmony mumbles. To their surprise. "Sh-She's just going to be gone...for a long time. My sister said that and Ciel and Mr. Sebastian too. Everyone said that Auntie will be gone for a long time."
This was rich...a curdling smile slowly starts to spread across their lips. "How delightful," they sweetly whisper with a light snicker. Resting their chin on top of her head. "shame." Lifting up their chin plant a kiss on her head. "Oh, my pretty mouse. My pretty little mouse. Come, let's sing our song together."
"Yes!"
Getting comfortable they both start. As they did Harmony begin to feel dizzy and swayed back and forth lightly. Her body became limped and dropped. Her vision faded and became blurry, but she was sure she saw someone standing there. "Aun..Auntie Red?" She reaches out, her eyes open finding her head resting softly on a fluffed pillow in a demi-light room with a warm glow.
Her eyes look around slightly, none of this seem familiar at all. Weighed down with sleep closes her eyes again.
Morning came and the curtains drawn back to let the sunlight in woke up the sleeping girl. Who at first, tried to resist to come to. Yawning just a little, her body still not at full strength tries to push herself up, struggling, to be gently restrained. This touch...it wasn't Mey-Rin's...or Finnian's...or even Sebastian. Though it was a bit familiar, it just wasn't anyone she was a costume too.
Realizing this she becomes alert. "Lady Ha,mony." Paula spoke.
Her voice relaxed and settled Harmony, looking to the woman a bit lost, her eyes quickly look around. This was not her room, it was not her room back at the manor or at the townhouse. This room was completely different. Her favorite tea set was not in the corner, there was no cookies by the side of her bed and most importantly...her eyes move to the door..there was no bright greeting from the others.
Paula stood still watching the girl trying to figure this all out. Surely she remembered that she'd be living here at the Midford manor for some time now, it was almost nearly yesterday evening that she and her sister arrived here. Then again, the poor dear was partly asleep when she came. Her aunt had to quickly taken to bed, of course, being checked up on by the physician that was there waiting. Harmony was in and out of a daze, her illness still lingered in her. She must still be, quickly Paula places a hand on her to check her temperature.
"Oh, thank goodness," she whispers."it is not high. Now, lady Harmony since you are up," Paula begins setting her back fluffing her pillows. "the Lady Francis, your Aunt has instructed you are to remain inside until your health has increased. Your lessons will not start until then, breakfast will be brought up to you unless you feel fit to join the others, though she insists you stay." She tucks her in a bit more. "The lady Elizabeth is beyond joy having you here. She has also instructed me to tend to your needs should you need them. She will be by shortly after breakfast to visit you. She is most eager to show you around the manor. Your room is closest to the garden, you even have been given balcony to overlook it. Lady Elizebeth knows how much you enjoy nature. Her room is only just about...two doors down. So she is not far. An-"
"My rabbit, where is my rabbit?" Harmony asked in a slight panic, looking around. "Where is my rabbit?" Looking to Paula with big wet eyes.
The woman wasn't sure, believing she meant something else. Goes to fetch it, coming back with what she said. "Here, your rabbit." She smiles placing it in her lap.
Taking it from her, Harmony looks at it. This was not it. It was brown...her's was white. Her's was special. Squeezing it, tears begin to form. "What's wrong, lady Harmony?"
Shutting her eyes, sniffs. "I-It's not..not my rabbit."
Confused, Paula looks at the brown one, surely this was what she meant? To be wrong once Harmony started to cry, her cheeks started flaming and cries begun to rise. Jumping back quickly, Paula frantically tries to see what she meant. But, Harmony wasn't giving her anything. Only cries. Looking around the room, Paula sees nothing but a few unpack things in the corner. Could it be in there? Quickly she runs to one of the trunks, opening it and throwing things out finding nothing. She opens another going all the way to the bottom finding nothing as well. When she hears Harmony retching.
"Lady Harmony!" she rushes over, putting her hand upon her forehead. "Oh dear, you are still ill. Please, calm..calm down." She tries to calm her, but, it seem all in vain. Nothing seem to work, if she didn't get her to calm down soon, her aunt would surely not be pleased as well Elizabeth. Every time she tried to touch the child, her screams increased.
It was safest to keep her distance, where could that bunny be? Where could it be? As she tried to figure it out, a knock was able to be heard through all this. Going over, she opens it to have one of the servants present her with something. To her surprise, taking it goes back to Harmony. Who through her tears saw it, her tears vanished and cries muted.
Noticing, Paula delivers it. Grabbing it and holding it tight with eyes shining, locked on her possession. Nuzzling it upon her cheek slowly rest back upon the pillow. Sleep took her once again. Turning over and content, Paula sighs silently, when she noticed something had slipped from the rabbit. Picking up the small folded piece paper reads it.
"Stop crying~" She reads. Knowing the handwriting, but, especially knowing the words. Touched her, looking at the little girl sweetly. Sets the note on her nightstand and tucks her in. "Rest well, lady Harmony."
Bowing out, leaves.
