The aroma of flowers would be her guide, the pain in her mind would lessen with the intoxicant of these creations, and she sought the blissful release of their velvet petals. Time had ceased to hold importance to her being; it meant nothing but to further her agony and loneliness. If anything, she had come to hate time and all it entailed.
?Avro, where are you?? her voice no more than a sigh to the wind as the consistent movement of her steps finally brought her to his garden of flowers. Without consciously making the movement she would find herself on her kneed amongst the array of daises, bowing her head to the soft yellow light and taking in the scents around her. If the aroma of wolf had reached her, she made no sign of recognition to its origin, no movement to find its owner. She kept her head bowed to the soft colours before her and closed her eyes, wishing away the world and the present, wishing away anything that kept Avro from her side. He had promised her safety and sanity, had brought her from her cycle of insanity, and then he had vanished from her side. She was left with the pain of her head, the constant stream of memories that engulfed and terrified her.
