Flower layed still on the bed for minutes, patiently waiting for Regina to evacuate herself from the room. She wasn't sure of how to keep her away from the room for a very long time. Flower could ask her to do some unnecessary things in order to keep her away from her room, however, she knew that if she was to go with sending Regina on a fake errand, Regina will only take minutes. And on the opposite side, Flower needed Regina to stay away from the room for at least more than half an hour if she wanted to instigate her ulterior motives.
Nevertheless, Regina didn't seem as though she was going to be evacuating herself from the room soon and this was making Flower a little bit worried and anxious. Knowing well and fully that if Anthony which was her heartwrenching nemesis was to return early, then she would have to ignore her ulterior motives and this wasn't in Flower's plans.
Flower knew that she had to get Regina away from her room with swift apace, she wasn't going to let Regina ruin her plans of approximately half a day old. She was too determined to be let down. She was going to escape against all odds, and she was going to do as she was planning.
Flower is someone who doesn't shy away from her goals. She knew that good things and thing that will benefit one doesn't come so easily. Opportunity comes but once and Flower was sure to grab hers.
Flower kept substituting her position on the bed simultaneously. She wasn't the type of person to stay in bed all day, even at her home back in Florida. Flower was always hardworking, responsible and lively. She wasn't the type to shy away from her responsibilities as an older sister to Amanda, or as an affectionate daughter towards her goodhearted, sweet mother, or even as a beautiful, educated and well trained woman for Julius. And of course she wasn't the type of lady to shy away from her work as a wildlife reporter. She kept on pushing against all odds just to create a better future for herself and the people she cared about. But then, she was only a twenty years old lady with too much on her neck, so therefore she could only do so much.
Flower remained layed on the bed for a long time. She perpetuate staring at the white ceiling as a tv channel. Since this was all she could do. At least, this was what Flower appeared to be doing when one was to steal some glances of her for themselves. When truly, Flower's head was infiltrated with unfathomable ideas and ulterior motives about how to escape from this prison yard. Her head was especially hot, the only thing left was for smokes to start coming out of her ears.
Flower could feel that her throat was no longer taking her through some hell of an anguish. She could talk and swallow her spits more effectively than when she was eating. It seems that with every second and minutes that drifted by, her body began to heal more outrageously.
With her expeditious recovery, Flower was without a doubt certain that she would fair well in the wilderness. She wasn't weak, as stated earlier, Flower isn't a damsel in distress, instead, she was a damsel on defense.
Foremost, she was a wildlife reporter afterall. Living, surviving and experimenting in the wilderness wasn't a new thing for her which she had to be a scaredy-cat about. Flower wasn't a coward, although there might come a situation where one must demean like a coward, it's inevitable for everyone.
Flower had already been to places that were much more terrifying and horrible than this and she had spent months in the wilderness. The only thing that was a little unwonted here was that there appears to be a formidable, charming and attractive young werewolf here, unlike the other places and the fact that she was about to tread the wilderness all alone. Normally, during the scouting and wilderness experiments, Flower would be accompanied by many other people who were learners just like her, in that way, Flower wouldn't be scared of the dark and of the wilderness.
Flower also knew how to make bonfires, how to set traps for simple animals like rabbits, ducks, squirrel and some fishes—that is if they were camping in a riverine area. And sometimes, Flower might be granted some luck, because sometimes, her traps could hunt down an antelope or gazelles and sometimes an huge deer. She was a professional at hunting down animals and making them into some portions of delicious grilled meat. While sometimes, Flower doesn't hunt down animals, rather she adores them and make wildlife reports about them. At least that is if she wasn't in a situation where she had to kill innocent animals just for survival instinct. If not, then Flower wouldn't dare hurt animals, except it she was stranded with no source of meals.
Flower could do so many indigenous and mundane things that would make people who aren't familiar with her to grow some respects for her. Thus, scurrying into the wilderness shouldn't be a problem for Flower. She's got this! At least this was what Flower thought.
Flower was done contemplating about her ulterior motives. She was formidably ready for the real deal, everything that had been bothering her about her plans had been completely sorted in her head. Henceforth she was ready to escape with no source of dread overwhelming her and now Regina was her only foe of progress.
Flower knew that if she was to wait until nighttime, then it might be risky. So with all the courage she could boil up in herself Flower spoke;
"Mrs Regina. I want to be alone. Can I simply have some time for myself? Please," Flower shifted her gaze towards Regina as she asked her questions.
Flower stared ferociously at Regina to register the expression on her face before giving a reply. As it is, one could tell from a person's body language about the replies which they were going to give to a particular question. So Flower wanted to take note of this before expecting any replies from Regina. However, the woman had a slightly disappointed appearance after hearing Flower's words. This made Flower's heartbeat accelerated, she felt uncontrollably nervous and anxious, especially because Regina was taking thousands of years to reply a simple question. Although, it hadn't been up to a minute since Flower layed down her question, nevertheless, she was finding it somewhat long. 'Come on woman! Speak up already!' Flower anticipated with anxiety.
At long last, Regina finally acted as though she was going to be offering Flower's words some replies. Regina sighed slothfully.
"Young Lady… I'm genuinely sorry. But, Young Master clearly stated that I shouldn't let you out of my sight until he's back," Regina said firmly, but a little bit down.
Flower could already perceived that the situation at hand was entirely out of Regina's clutches. She was only an housekeeper afterall, meaning she had to be loyal to her master. Flower had an excess doubt about being able to persuade Regina into letting her be. Because, originally, Regina had already create awareness for Flower with the fact that Young Master only trust herself and Horatio his butler, which means they had never gone against his will before, thus, this was the reasons why he trusted them so much.
So therefore all in all Flower wasn't going to pester Regina anymore. From the way Flower deemed Regina, she was a very kind and loyal woman, and people like her and Horatio were rear. Although they were depriving her of her freedom, even so, she still respected their loyalty towards good old Anthony the great.
Flower felt saddened for being turned down. Basically she wasn't really expecting that Anthony would have made such a cruelsome order. Flower would have understand it if they never wanted her to leave the room and always locking it from behind. However, now they were going to start keeping an eye on her like an incubated chicken eggs. She wasn't liking the idea, but then she had absolutely zero choices, she would just have to wait for the right time now. She knew that Regina would want to leave eventually, not that she was certain about it, but then there was still hope.
Flower had a slight guess about why Anthony had made such a rule. The male werewolf might probably be thinking that if Flower was to be left alone once again, then she might attempt suicide and he couldn't afford to lose a person he claims to love for no reason and a person who he just happened to coincidentally come across whilst treading the wilderness. Perhaps this was his own way of showing Flower that her life was important. But then again, Flower didn't need all this, all she wanted was to be a free bird and free enough to spread her wings and fly graciously above all obstacles and cobwebs.
Flower exhaled, "It's okay Mrs Regina. I understand. You don't have to apologize." As expected, Flower wasn't going to pin any blame atop the werewolf's housekeeper, she was just being loyal and nothing more.
Since Flower wasn't feeling sleepy, and she also didn't need too much resting because her throat had healed, she felt energetic. Flower knew that she didn't need to be worried anymore about her ulterior motives, she had already planned everything firmly in her head. Regina the slowpoke housekeeper wasn't going to stop her.
Flower then felt as though there wasn't any need for her to keep resting. As they say, if someone uses most of their lifetimes to sleep, then the person his likely to not achieve great heights and goals.
"Well then. Will you teach me how to knit? I'm simply getting excessively bored by just sleeping here all day. So will you?" Flower asked. Not that knitting was really part of Flowers plans, this only came about because she was feeling absolutely bored just by sleeping and sitting all day. On the contrary, knitting appeared most definitely alluring to her, it looked like an handicraft that could be done in order to pass time. She had ignored opportunity of learning how to knit this morning because she was still instigating her ulterior motives, hence, now that she has ended her instigation and had presently came up with an enticing plan, Flower was now free to do as she wished.
"As you wish, Young Lady."
"Come sit beside me. I'll teach you some basics about knitting and I'm sure you will initially catch up from there," Regina uttered, with a slightly smiling lips.
As soon as Flower heard that, she momentarily propelled the heavy duvet away from her body as though it was a long-term enemy of hers, and she aimed both her barefeets on the floor, swiftly assuming a sitting position. And soon after that Flower got up and walked gently towards Regina.
Although she had scampered out of bed with alacrity. Flower still wasn't going to use the same speed that she made use of in getting up from the bed to walk. The floor was overwhelmed with slippery tiles and she couldn't take the risk of slipping and taking a fall, it was part of the point of view which Flower had to consider before making an attempt to run on such a slippery tiles.
Flower sat impatiently beside Regina, watching what the woman was knitting.
"Observe," Regina instructed Flower, informing her to see how she was clenching the knitting needles and how she had situated the yarns atop the pointy edge of the needle.
Flower observed as Regina had unwaveringly ordered. But then after observing what Regina was knitting for awhile as instructed. Flower couldn't help but grow suspicious about something. She had took note about it before, but now her suspicions had grown now to the extent of not being able to keep them to herself.