Withered Flowers - Idoc and Wisty

While it wasn't particularly something she was very fond of doing, Wisteria decided to put some effort into exploring her new surroundings of Death City. The girl was very quick to memorize patterns and pathways, though the labyrinth that was constructed by the winding roads and tall walls that often reflected shadows onto the roads and walkways managed to prove a challenge to her. It was almost as if it were ever-changing, like a living being settling in new and unique positions every day to absorb sunlight on different areas of its skin. But perhaps she was thinking too deeply into it. It was only a city, after all.

So far, Wisteria hadn't found too much of interest in the expanse of the metropolis that she now called home beside a few notable landmarks. There was a broken streetlight that only worked from nine PM to ten PM, a bench adorned with a skull motif that was the dwelling of a family of black cats, and a fantastically crafted fountain that sat in the center of several crossing paths. Everything else seemed like a blur. It's not like she'd need to remember the more boring, samey places. There were very few places she frequently visited and put effort into look in on. From her hometown, only two cafes and her mother's flower shop remained in her memory, while everything else formed the barriers that directed her travel route to and from class. Secretly, she dearly hoped that she'd find a number of places to call hers, but so far, that hope had been dashed. Wisteria hadn't found a single flower shop in the time she had been located in Death City, and her heart ached at the thought of not being able to sustain her very own plants without the necessary fertilizer and new seeds for the passing seasons.

As she passed through the seemingly endless corridors and alleyways that dotted the city's insides, Wisteria couldn't help but have her eyes be caught by a breathtaking flower held by a short girl. While she wasn't that enthusiastic about speaking to strangers, she couldn't let this chance pass by to find out what type of blossoming plant this was. Then, right before her very eyes, the poor thing withered in an instant. How unfortunate. With a passing thought, the girl pieced it together that perhaps it had gotten an immense amount of sunlight when it was meant to grow in its beauty under partial shade."Hey." Her voice was soft, but she was close enough to the other girl to be heard clearly in the crowd bustling through the streets. "Black flowers normally don't thrive in sunlight, you know." There was a very slight air of unfriendliness in her speech. Truth be told, Wisteria was a bit upset over the death of the graceful floret.