Dora the explorer the second kept working and walking her way through the snowy situation as though she was unshakably certain that she was going to find help as soon as she crossed that mysterious hill slope hiding itself in the eastern horizons. To be precised, she was pilgriming as though someone special—an angel sent from God almighty, has been sent to wait for her at the bottom of the mysterious hill slope and guide her home as soon as she reached there.
Although Flower was being in indulgence about her ulterior motives and in the digging with her hands situation. And although she dreaded and disliked that scoundrel of a werewolf who could only think about one despicable thing all the time—taking advantage of her. Flower couldn't help but get this feeling that he must have arrived to his mansion by now. Moreover, earlier Regina had informed her that Anthony might make use of three to four days before coming back to the mansion and presently speaking, it's been up to three days already.
Which means there's a slight possibility that Anthony had been informed about her disappearance by his trusted housekeeper and butler. At least that's if Anthony wasn't planning to use more than that, or even planning to use the whole three days in wherever he basically is.
'Let's just hope that he won't give poor Regina a hard time for being careless with me.'
Although Flower hated that Regina was always locking the door after she left the room, and the fact that she was always treating her like an hostage. Notwithstanding that, she still had a slight sentimental fondness and affection towards her.
Afterall Regina was the first person she always woke up to see almost all morning. She used to be there for Flower, whenever she needed someone to hug, console and confide in, especially that time when Flower lost her vocals, possessed an impaired neck and even had to wear a cervical collar around her neck, to the extent that she even had attempted to commit suicide back then. Regina was there as a supporter for her, just like her sweet mother in Florida.
Additionally, Regina was the one tasked with embellishing her meals, her favorite meals to be specified. She also taught her how to knit neatly and beauteously. Eventhough Flower hasn't initially mastered it yet or transformed into a professional but at least she was improving in her knitting skills. And sometimes Regina do chat with her like a friend, thus, all these were reasons for Flower's soft spot towards Regina. As they say one tends to catch feelings for anyone who was there with them during their hard times, so therefore, of course all these were reasons to be considered.
Shrugging the memories and thoughts of everything that eventuate back in that unwonted prison yard of a mansion away from her fragile shoulders and mind. Flower paid more attention into her doings. As it is, one can only do a thing at a time, and there's time for everything, perhaps in the night when she's having troubles sleeping off, then she would accommodate all these thoughts on her mind and play with them till she finally slept off.
But currently, there's no time for that, and no distractions will be accompanying her at present.
'It is their problem now, and not mine,' Flower comforted herself with that thought. Sensing she was starting to care about what Anthony might do to poor Regina. Therefore, presently, she was trying to get that off her head by claiming that thought in her mind, and it worked like an alchemy.
Rapidly and swiftly, Flower prompted her petite, fragile stature into the unknowns. Wearing two hoodies, red trousers and accompanying a satchel on her back like a school girl. If only she was just wearing a purple top, black shorts, possessed some short black hairs and a friendly monkey, then she would have being literally Dora the explorer. However, good old beautiful Flower didn't even have all these in mind, she only had instincts for survival, and other than that, she possessed basically no physical interest in any other things.
Flower halted, she brought out a transparent container. She then perpetuate the procedure of occupying the container with snow, bending down slightly, she attempted it and promptly got back up. She was starving, and obviously, nothing could be done about that, except if she was to start devouring her flesh or start to consume some snow covered gray leafs raw. Flower already perceived that she was hungry, and so far nothing could be done about it, she decided to fill herself up with water by melting the snow.
Believing that she had every right to starve, moreover there's basically no food to eat, Flower couldn't afford having to endure being thirsty, especially when there was an alternative for that.
Flower carried the container in her hands, knowing fully that if she was to situate it inside the bag, it would stain all the expensive jewelleries which she had stolen, or let's just say taken, so far it belonged to her, she had every right to take it and do it as she pleases.
She hung the container upon her elbow. And then without wasting anymore time, she resumed her fugitive attempts just like before. Digging and shoving aside the snow with her hands, she progressed further.
As much as Flower felt frightened, freezing, fatigued, frail and unfortified with food. She had this trivial, but tangible assurance in herself that she wouldn't die. She had utmost faith in herself and also believed in hard works. Flower felt that she shouldn't just sit and stay in the mansion like an hostage. Someone had to act as her saviour and it is basically no one other than herself. She had to be an heroine for herself. Besides, if one doesn't stand up for one's self and understand and also make other people understand that one could do it, they would continue seeing one as nothing but a clown!
For Flower these was the case from bottom to top. If she doesn't stand up for herself and be the heroine then no one will!
…
It was afternoon already. Dora the explorer the second didn't pause her journey for any reasons of some sort, she was doing exceptionally splendiferous in finding her way around the wilderness snowy situation that she was in like a truly glorified explorer.
Flower could feel herself getting more and more hungrier with ever winds that travelled from the west and towards her abode. She was so weightless that even the mighty wind that dispersed from the west was enough to make her lose balance and spill her onto the horizon.
Fortunately for Flower who literally thought that it would soon start to snow as Alaska's weather conditions has nothing to offer than excess snow just like it had been doing beforehand. Flower could presently sensed that the sun was starting to showcase itself, although obscure, obese clouds were still hindering it from penetrating the earth totally, even so, the sun still managed to secure some faint sunlight towards earth.
In Flower's point of view, these was a very good thing, the sunlight was a very wonderful thing and Flower was highly sophisticated by it. Realizing that with only and just half an hour of the sun's appearance after being obstructed for so long by the gloomy, chunky clouds. The sun has finally managed to produce a beauty light, and as it has been stated earlier, with only half an hour of the sun's phenomenal appearance, Flower could accurately percept that the snow was starting to decrease in size and in weight. It was starting to dissolve into some liquids colourless substance—water.
Flower didn't know if she should be happy about her ulterior luck, or she should be happy about the fact that the universe was now starting to exhibit thorough fairness towards her.
The earlier snowy situation she was in had almost want to turn her into an ice sculpture, she was initially satisfied and unfathomably happy that the sun was currently sharing some of its lights towards earth. However, she couldn't express her gratitude and happiness by smiling, because basically her face had completely frozen.
Perhaps having a frozen face was a good thing. Thus she wouldn't be able smile and express her true feelings. This way, the world wouldn't be able to speculate that she was happy and decide to shorten the lifespan of her profound sensation of happiness.
'If this sun continues like so, then… I might be able to reach that hill slope sooner than I've anticipated.'
'Not to talk of if it shone brighter than this. If it does, then I might be able to cross that hill slope and reach the other side in no time.'
'Oh heavens.' Flower folded her palms together as if praying to almighty. But instead of uttering it, she was saying it inwardly, additionally her eyes wasn't closed. But she had halted her steps and positioned her face upwards, trying to communicate with God. 'I pray this sun shines brighter than this and I also pray that it would continue to shine throughout today.'
She exhaled. As usual, afterwards she continued her fugitives attempts. Striving and digging her way through as always. The only different between her digging back then and now was that she appeared a little bit more livelier. The reasons being because the sun was ravishingly shining. Although the sun wasn't really creating abundant lights as someone who lives in Africa would have thought and felt, so far Africa is an hot continent, however, for Flower who has never experienced any moment of heat in Alaska felt as though this faint and gloomy sunlight was the brightest thing she had ever came across in her entire lifetime.
The only essential thing left for Flower to hope was for her tiny bit of profound sensation of happiness to last long.
…
She kept on walking. Then soon enough, hastily, Flower halted her feets.
Flower who had thought that the sunlight was the only worthy gift she was going to be accepting today was totally stunned and abandoned in a state of bewilderment when she looked around and caught sight of something she had waited for so long to witness.
Her lips curved into a pretty smile. "It seems today is going to be a good day for me," she muttered under her breaths.