"I'm curious," Flower said with a slight smile powering her endowed youthful lips. She continued, "What are you planning on knitting?"
Flower widened her big, but adorable eyes. Flower already had a slight guess beforehand that it could only be either a cap, a purse or an handkerchief. Even so, she still didn't want to be too presumptuous in assuming such. There were still other prospectives to be considered.
"Would you like to take a guess then?" Regina asked playfully.
Flower smirked, "Alright…" she said and her voice trailed off to who knows where. Picking up her sentence again, she resumed, "…well then. Is it a cap?"
Regina sniggered softly, "No, Young Lady," she replied. "Take two more guesses then."
"How about a purse?" Flower raised an eyebrow and awaited a reply. If it wasn't a purse then she would just have to go with her last suggestion and hopefully it might be the one and sadly it might not.
"No, Young Lady. One last guess remaining."
Flower was currently maintaining a tough spot. She was having a trivial doubt that it would be an handkerchief, and besides, it was a little bit unbelievable that someone like Regina who appears to be an expert at knitting and who could literally knit anything would only be indulging herself in knitting an ordinary handkerchief. Although Flower wasn't certain if Regina was a professional at first, nevertheless, seeing her clasping and knitting multiple knots away with no stress whatsoever was really something that a professional would likely do. Thus, this made Flower assumed Regina as a professional.
Giving it her last chance, Flower faltered; "Is it an handkerchief…?"
Flower uttered this in a wavering manner, clearly showing that she wasn't sure of her answer or that she was definitely going to lose.
Regina's smile widened. She scoffed, "No Young Lady, it's not," as soon as she said this, Flower initially became overwhelmed with embarrassment and disappointment. Since she had lost three guesses in a roll, she was bound to look like so.
"Oh," this was the only thing that came out of Flower's mouth after Regina's words.
"Don't be saddened Young Lady," Regina consoled. "When I'm halfways through it you will eventually know."
Flower grunted. Then she nodded obediently and sat there observing Regina's every move gently like an innocent duckling. Flower didn't really understand the reasons why Regina just couldn't tell her what she was knitting, and now she had to wait for centuries just to know that. Flower sat there until eventually, Regina spoke.
"Young Lady. Have this. Try knitting it just like I have done beforehand." Regina finally offered Flower a turn because she knew that Flower had been observing her for a very long time now. Which means, Flower must have learnt a thing or two from the observation. "Take your time," she added.
Flower was a little bewildered by Regina's sudden vehemency in wanting her to knit. However when she was about to manipulate the thoughts fully, then, somehow, the knitting needles and yarns were already beauteously illuminating her hands. All this was done in an eyeblink.
Flower waveringly clutched the knitting objects and began what seemed like knitting. Knitting was what Flower thought that she was involving herself in, when actually she was just involve in doing gibberish. She was knitting as though she was involving herself in woodworking.
Soon perks of sweats began to drip down unwaveringly. Her face still appeared unyielding and amalgamated with profound determination. Although her knitting skills was underwhelming, contrary to that, her determination was absolutely overwhelming.
This made Regina smile. She loved that Flower was exceptionally passionate about what she was indulge in. And this was why Regina was quite interested in teaching Flower, she loved the abundant passion which the adorable lady was distributing.
Regina didn't bother to disturb Flower, she knew that Flower was creating crap, but then, Regina also knew that practice makes perfect. Thus, she wasn't going to get in the way of Flower and her needlework even though she was creating crap with the knitting needles and yarns.
Flower sighed, realizing that she wasn't getting the hang of it. She was also aware that if she continued knitting the craps which she was accurately knitting, then it would only ruin the yarns and would also make Regina's hardwork less effective. Although Flower wasn't liking the fact that they were keeping her captive in this luxurious but boring room, still she wasn't an enemy of progress.
"Um… I don't think I've gotten the hang of this," Flower said with a nervous chortle. Since she had accepted the knitting needles and balls of yarns like a professional and as though she was going to be making magic with it just like Regina has said earlier. Presently she was feeling coalesced with humiliation for not being able to embody a smooth embroidery. "Please have it," Flower reluctantly pointed the knitting needles with yarns hung at its edge towards Regina. As it is, she had already done enough damage to it.
Flower bite her lip in embarrassment.
Regina chuckled, "You will be perfect soon. You just have to take it step-by-step," she said. "I won't accept the balls of yarns from you until you've learnt how to knit."
"I'll hold your hand and instruct you on how to place the yarns and how to intertwine it into eachother with the help of the knitting needles."
Flower nodded as a means of saying she concurred with Regina's words. Truth be told Flower didn't know that knitting an embroidery could be an hard act to follow. Regina had made it entirely easy looking, while to Flower it appeared hard.
Notwithstanding, Flower wasn't a type of person to shy away from tough situation like this one, she had to show these yarns who's boss. So no! Flower wasn't going to give up.
"You will hold the knitting needles like this," Regina instructed Flower by holding her hands and helping her to situate them in the right direction. She continued, "You will then place the strings of yarns in the edge of the knitting needles. Then you will bend it slightly and make sure you pull a yarn out with the first knitting needle, then pull a second yarn in with the second knitting needles."
"Go on. Do it," Regina instructed with a gentle smile. She was sure to not put much pressure on the frail young lady. Flower on the other hand was already feeling much more pressurized, not by Regina, but by herself and her strong-willed personalty.
Perks of sweats occasionally tumbled down from her face truculently. She wasn't going to let a goddamn ball of yarn show her who's boss, it must be the other way around.
Flower focused her wholehearted attention to what she was doing. With Regina's teaching instructions Flower found herself being able to knit, slowly but surely. She wasn't good at it yet, nevertheless, she was already knitting, but then it was extremely slow. But then not to worry because slow and steady wins the race.
Flower smiled adorably, "I-I… I think I'm doing this," she cheered herself joyfully.
…
The duo knitted until it was afternoon.
Soon enough, after Flower noticed that she was good at it she handed the knitting needles and yarns back to the housekeeper.
"Thank you for teaching me," Flower said. Flower smiled meekly, like a person with no source of worries.
"You're welcome, Young Lady," Regina said. Not too long after saying that, she added, "It's almost evening. I have to go and prepare some food for you to eat."
"Oh… alright…" Flower replied.
"Are you still going to eat that food that you've placed on the table since this morning?" Regina pointed towards the food which Flower had claimed that she was going to eat later which was presently still laying on the table untouched.
Flower folded her lips as though short of words. Then she bite them. How was she going to reply to Regina's question now? Although the food might become spoiled by this evening, even so, Flower was still reluctant about letting go of it. At least it was better to eat a slightly spoilt meal than to have to grill meat without any spices to eat. Yuck!
This made Flower assumed a decision in her head. Then she confirmed it to Regina, "Don't take it. I'll still eat it. I assure you that I won't waste it."
"Okay then."
With that said, Regina left the room. Not forgetting to take the plate and trays of food which Flower had used on her first batch of food eating, and she also didn't forget to lock the door from the back as usual, which everytime always create annoyance for Flower.
Flower ignored that and focused on her planning phase.
'I'm sure cooking and washing the dishes will take her at least up to thirty minutes. And I don't think I would get a better chance of escaping today if she ends up happening to sleep in my room too just to keep an eye on me.'
'Should I do this?'
'Yes! I must!'
'Or perhaps I should just wait until nightfalls. But then, what if she ends up sleeping in my room?'
'Darn it!' she cursed inwardly.
She finally concluded, 'I have no time to waste. It's now or never.'
Flower hastily clenched the wardrobe handle and pulled it open. She took out some long clothing, including several duvet and blankets and any long clothing which her trembling hands came across. She gathered them on the floor and as she was quite satisfied by the amount she had managed to gather.
Flower began to tie them together into a vertical long rope. She continued doing this with an heavy heart, knowing fully that she shouldn't waste time, or else she might get caught in the act. And waiting till nightfalls might be a risky thing to do.
After she was done, she swiftly transfered the tray of food into a polythene bag. And rapidly flounce it into her satchel, she quickly went to the bathroom and drank some water.
Then she came out. Soon enough, she backed her satchel which was containing everything she might need. She nervously but agilely moved towards the window's direction. She opened it up with agility and immediately after that, the Alaska's bone-chilling wind blew her hairs backwards.
"The scent of freedom smells so wonderful," she mumbled and smirked diabolically. She glanced downwards at the elongated spot which she was given a room on. She knew that Anthony, that scoundrel purposely gave her a room at the highest peek of the room so that she wouldn't attempt to escape through the window. Indeed, he had thought everything through.
Although Flower was certain that if she was to go into combat with Horatio then she would win. However, Flower dreaded one thing about Horatio and that thing that she dreaded was what caused her to remain calm and not attempt to fight Horatio for her freedom—his pistol. Flower was smart enough to know that if she was shot in the arm, she would survive but then she would have to suffer the consequences and that would end up slowing her down. Thus, no, she wasn't going to go into combat with Horatio, she already had other plans.
Flower glanced down at the make believe rope which she has supposedly invented by tying multiple long clothing together.
'Darn it!'
'It's still so short compared to the building. Oh heavens.'
'And there's no more long clothes here.'
Flower gritted her teeth in anger. Soon enough, she promptly glanced back to look around for more clothes. But then she knew that there were no more long clothes suggestions.
Flower had already even added her bedsheets and duvet to her production of long rope.
So, yes, Flower was going to use what she had. Knowing fully that she might sustain some injuries if she attempted such. Flower cried inwardly.
She was showered with abundant anxiety.
Flower knew that there was no time to waste.
She quickly tied the first end of the rope tightly, attaching it to the bed's strongest part. Flower then threw the second end to the floor at the outer part of the mansion, it ended up reaching only halfways down the building.
'Crap!'
This was the last thing that Flower thought, before attempting to climb the rope.