Giving Light

Three Black Sheeps (1)

Or Curiosity didn't kill the cat.

Despite being only seven, Liliane Hunt had always been praised for having a good head between her shoulders. If they could look at her now, they'll might reconsider that compliment.

It was merely a child's curiosity when she accepted the stranger's invitation. Sure, there's the lesson of stranger danger hammered to her mind but how could she refuse such a tempting offer of being brought to a place with fantasy-like features?

It was foolish like touching a switch with wet hands. She was lucky she wasn't exactly 'kidnapped' in a sense. No horrific experience like the ones she was often told about. She could always go home whenever, and nobody would prevent her from leaving. The stranger with mismatch eyes hasn't lied to her but all those 'interesting' details seem to lose their appeal after a couple of visits.

It frustrated her how the other 'visitors' didn't seem to mind the fact they had cycled the same formula many times before. They still giggle, eyes filled with awe at every scenery. What exactly they saw that she didn't? Sometimes she envies them for that. Just maybe, if she can just see the same way as them, maybe Liliane won't be bored out of her mind right now.

The only thing keeping her to come back is one of her nannies wording. 'Rewards were blessed to patient people.' She knows very well how her nanny was a wise person. So of course, she fully believes in her words. Just hope it won't take too long to receive her reward.

Never said Liliane Hunt was a patient person.

The presence of the simple-minded of her called 'companion' somewhat unnerved her that during her three days a week visit, she'll always keep a distance from the rest of them. It wasn't like she holds any dislike towards them. Goodness no. They're just a bit of a bore, you see, and li'l tiny slight of irritation on her part. The redhead noticed another person has the same idea, but they didn't have much interaction than eye contact. If you could say receiving one-sided glaring was one. The message was delivered crystal clear. And that was fine. The blonde looks dull anyway. Always frowning, rolling her eyes like she had better things to do. It would surprising if anything interesting would come from that.

It was a month afterwards that she changes her mind scope. Maybe underneath all that frowning and eye-rolling the blonde does have a silver chance of saving. It's all because of an accident two weeks prior it.

Liliane was standing under a maple tree, —it was autumn the place they were brought to, amazing scenery as always— minding her own business when a voice cuts in her line of thoughts.

"Quick! Hide me!"

She only blinked, taken off guard, standing stiffly as a raven quickly hides her small frame behind her. She wasn't quite sure what to think of the girl who later relaxed after muttering the course is clear from whatever she was hiding from. There was nothing about her that stood out, but Liliane knew she had seen the girl before. Liliane frowns when she couldn't recall a name. Despite keeping a minimal contact with others, the redhead was proud of her memory on the names and faces of the other children and caretakers in the Nursery.

She watches as the girl turns with a wide smile spread across her lips, matching the brightness of her brown eyes. "Thanks for that! Don't know about you but Daisy calls me Aria!"

Aria. That's weird. Was there an 'Aria' before? And who's Daisy?

The girl was energetic, filled with curiosity and loves to walk between the lines they were given. Before she even knew it, they forged a friendship on mutual accounts.

By the end of the third month, she was no longer Liliane Hunt but merely Violet.

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"Violet. Violet. That's a pretty flower. The color really suits you, Violet."