Wendy Fischer Want Pants, Too!

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[[Wendy Fischer and Scarlett McAfee Continued From: When There's Nothing Left to Burn, You Have to Set Yourself on Fire.]]

"Look. Butterflies!"

Dozens upon dozens of fluttering pixie-like wings drifted among the light breeze under the bright sun-shiny day.

Much like the extravagant rainbow meadow she currently stood, they were in assorted colors, of different shapes and sizes. They had gathered in numbers much more than that first day, seemingly attracted to one particularly pretty flower.

Her favorites by far were most certainly the bright orange ones, almost gold in color. The Monarchs were what they were called, full of zeal and reflecting the majestic quality fitting for their bestowed names. Good old Bridgette, the gardener had done a solid job of attracting them to this location, with her initial petal pruning.

Wendy wandered past, cooler in hand, picking posies and petunias, restocking the assortment of flowers she had left for Everett, with the Sweet Scarlett Warrior in tow, as she briskly gazed at the Monarchs pollinating poor petal-less Panya.

"Well, aren't you lucky?"

Panya still had her pants.

Well, technically jean shorts, but still it was far more sensible than her own plaid skirt, or the fuzzy blue sweater tied around the waist, hiding her strawberry print boy shorts. Wendy had to admit, she was feeling rather envious, but she wasn't about snatching from the non-living. She would have to find her own, some other way. Whether that be from one lying anywhere else unworn on the island somewhere, or ask for some kind soul to spare some for her, nicely of course.

The previously pretty flower did not move, did not respond. She would have given her some like she did with Everett too, but it had a whole acre or more of them, almost as pretty, all around her.

Monarchs settled all over Panya's sprawled situation, wings flapping ever so slowly, as they did what butterflies do. Many of them had gathered in a Kaleidoscope atop Panya's face, covering her up almost unidentifiable beneath a mask of wings. There was a large gash of something dried, partially wet trailing onto the surrounding grass, as the monarchs suckled the crimson grenadine nectar from her throaty stem of red. Surely the work of her old gardener friend.

Wendy could have sworn she heard munching if that were possible, but they weren't caterpillars anymore so that was just silly. If she didn't know any better she'd say they were eating Panya's eyeballs. But that too was ludicrous.

Everyone knows that butterflies were all about golden pollen and sugary bits. Not gobbling up dead things.

It was almost alluring in some ways though.

Perhaps she'd ponder about it all later. She had to keep moving forward, with her new friend, Scarlett. Many more classmates were gone, including Bridgette. The shadowy man, known as Victor Danya had said so, not too long ago. She didn't cry that time. Sure, she covered her ears to muffle his voice as best as she could as she cowered into herself until the time passed, but for the most part she was braver this time. Turns out Bridgette did in fact sink into the bottom of the tar pit. Just took her a while.

Hmm, imagine that.

Scarlett was quiet though. She was helping, picking flowers along the way, but she was also very silent.

Both had traveled after the encounter with Bunny, after Everett ceased to be and was given the bouquet. The intended goal was to reach the tar pits and help Kasumi, but it had gotten dark almost immediately after leaving the scorched ruin and Wendy couldn't really navigate her way through the darkness, especially with tar pits involved. They'd end up like Vincent or Bridgette if that were the case. So instead Scarlett had them double back to the scorched ruins again, for safety and rest.

Looks like Kasumi had to wait until the next day.

They had started moving at the break of dawn for the tar pits, for Kasumi. The fact that they were at the fields now was a beautiful sign. She could find her way back to the pits from the flower fields just like the first time, more easily than from the ruins. Kasumi would appreciate the flowers.

"What's wrong?" Wendy asked her travel companion.

....

Oh, that's what was wrong.

The warrior was concerned about her involvement with Bridgette and the pits.

"Over there." Wendy looked back over and pointed to the Kaleidoscope which used to be Panya. "Bridgette, did that."

"She also did this." One hand in the cooler, lifting Mr. Dolph from the caudal fin, into the air, showing the stab wound next to the bullet hole from Bunny.

"It was almost me, but he-" Wendy nodded at her now-thawed and slimy day one companion. "Saved me."

....

Scarlett handed the gathered flowers she'd helped pick and Wendy placed them into her bag next to the purple ones from Clio. With a nod, the other girl started walking in the direction to the tar pits.

Looks like they were finally going to help Kasumi, next. Maybe she'd bring up the pants again, just in case Kasumi forgot. Everyone always seemed to forget. Did Wendy have to walk around waving her strawberry-print boy shorts as a flag for some attention? She let out a light sigh and giggle.

Scarlett remained somewhat quiet on the walk away from the meadow, but seemed to trust her. Wendy hoped she gave a good enough explanation. She really liked Scarlett. It would be a shame if anything bad were to happen to her.

[[Wendy Fischer and Scarlett McAfee Continued To: 'Cause We Are Young and We Are Sick.]]