Once upon a time, a flower would have been a sight for sore eyes. It would have allowed the porcelain princess the idea of believing that everything was flawless in her world. That there was no strife or hardship, that she was not broken or in pain. Yet, here she was wandering the flowers and the only thing she felt was the pain of her own abandonment. That she had nothing, aside from a refurbished relationship with Lachesis, and while her friendship with him was good, she had come expected something more. A foolish thing for a foolish and stupid woman.

Yet in her lit anger she couldn't bring herself to stomp angrily on the flowers and instead attempted to smell them. A pretty field of purple but all she could see was all the heartbreak she had endured and would endure. Anastasia hadn't even run into Lachesis' mate yet nor his children and she supposed that was probably for the best until she knew how to react.

For now the lithe woman would simply have to learn how to be on her own whilst being a part of a pack. One that was strange and new, of no value to her other than her friend's word that they were friendly and kind. Would his mate be?

If it hadn't been for him raising his head she likely would have stepped on him. Instead she simply offered a quick shriek of surprise as it moved just a good few feet in front of her. "Oh geez," she sputtered as she took a step back and attempted to regain control of her breathing and the beating heart within. She was, unsurprisingly, a very easy target to surprise and thus had not been observant enough to notice the creature in front of a few paces. "You're fine -- I don't want to bother you." Assuming that he had been there long before she had been and thus deserved to keep laying there without some stranger lurking around to disrupt his slumber. With a hard swallow she made a few back-pedaling steps so as to avoid disturbing him or making him feel like he had to leave to please her.

Go figure that she would have a hard time roaming along the skirt of the Lore in her own silence. Typically she embraced not being alone but she certainly didn't want to upset anyone or make them move off. All the woman wanted was to find some way to cope with the things she had lost in her absence.