“My dear Flowers! Look how enigmatic the sky can be.” she stopped unexpectedly, and the group following her almost tripped over. “If we could just stand for a moment and… observe.” She tilted her head to the side, and her admirers did the same. “Then we would see how beautiful the blue spreads over our heads are. How much does… this… angelic, eh, curtain have to offer.” She smiled proudly, turning on her heels to look at the crowd of fans behind her. The listening group nodded their heads from time to time and clapped their hands, agreeing with every nonsense she pleased them with. “My Flowers, now I will paint this wonderful collage of nature.” her fans came closer, preparing cameras and telephones. They pushed each other over, fighting for the best place. “The artist needs space.” Daisy rebuked them with a sweet, high-pitched voice. The group immediately fell silent, muttering apologies under their mouth.
Daisy put the canvas on the easel, pulling out of a large brown bag that hung on her shoulder, paints, and brushes. She was about to start drawing the first lines when she suddenly heard screams behind her. She turned abruptly, noting that her devotees began to panic. Daisy looked at the sky, which she had recently praised in the stupidest way possible. This “angelic curtain” became black and more resembled the work of the devil than the heavenly beings. A strong wind began to hit her in the face, finally ripping off the elegant beige cashmere scarf that she had tied around her hair. With a strained smile, she began to follow the panicked crowd. She looked around the ship with uneasy eyes, which she hid under red-framed sunglasses. She was looking for her husband. After all, he would save her. There is nothing to worry about. “Mark!” she shouted impatiently. No response. “Mark! Where you are?” she screamed again. Nothing again. The rest of the travelers were too loud for lovers to find each other. “F*ck it,” she muttered, deciding to pay a visit to the captain. He’ll know when this farce was going to end, right? But before she could take the first step, a wave of people ran past her, pushing her closer to the railing. Daisy lost her balance, tripped over her heel and fell overboard, screaming, dropping into the cold, black water.
“D*mn it,” she cursed, pulling the fourth algae out of her hair. She woke up on this beach, lying on her canvas. Her legs were soaked in water. Now, she managed to pull herself together, at least a little. She had no wounds except for a few bruises. But she lost not only her red heels but also glasses and a bag with her accessories. And she couldn’t find her husband and brother. However, she knew there was nothing to worry about. Mark and Princeton were fine, surely. Probably, only Ivani was injured, but it was not that big of a deal.
“Mark? Honey, where are you?” she screamed, slowly standing up. She was fed up with all this. First, there was a storm and now she would have to wander the beach, looking for her family. This was bullsh*t.
She knew, however, that the sooner she found a family, the sooner her husband or brother would fix everything. They’ll be home soon. That was what she wanted at the moment, and Daisy always got what she wanted. Ignoring the rest of the travelers who were too unconscious to help her, she charmingly moved forward, calling for her family.
@/Mage158 ~ Mark Dawson ~ mentioned
@/Yomama ~ Ivani Reynolds ~ mentioned
APPROACHABLE ~ @/Xx_Alyssa_xX
(sorry, for any mistakes)
