Viola -- Miracles
Her day began early, it always did. She stirred with the warmth of the sun, wbich cast its golden rays through the small structure of vines she had housed herself in. Concrete, brick, and stone were too daunting, too intimidating, too limiting; she couldn't stand the lot of them. Blearily her emerald eyes opened to see the freshly cleaned school clothes hanging from a doorknob, sharp and pressed, much unlike her haphazard hair.
On the ball of her feet she strode as she slid off the mattresss, and the former flower of miracles disappeared into her bathroom, hooking the hangar holding the uniform around a fingertip as she did such.
Today was her second day in a school her parents had found for her. A place which embraced the oddities that she seemed so suddenly rife with. Dozens of different, alien languages, a habit for tinkering with things she shouldn't, and most of all her ability to garden better than most.
Running a brush through her onyx hair, Viola chanced a glance at herself in the mirror, only to frown in distaste. So rigid, with a dark blue plaid skirt, and a satin jacket. So irritating with the white blouse, it was so plain, boring, and even a touch irritating.
There was another option, and she took it. A pale pastel summer dress with thin straps over her shoulders. As vibrant as spring, she found it to be much more befitting. Glancing in the mirror again, she frowned.
There must be something she can do to add a little color.
To her little abode she reached, and with her will, a vine twisted towards her, until a brilliant Hawaiian Hibiscus blossomed at the end of it. Letting a deep breath of exasperation pass from her lings, she gently plucked it, and smoothly inserted the brilliant flash of beautiful vibrance into her hair. An exquisite pink blossom beset in fine emerald leaves, it was truly breathtaking to behold.
Finishing up by meticulously routing her hip-length hair into an elegant braid, she paused before a mirror right before her depature.
This was as civilized as it got.
At least for her, anyway.
So onward she strode down the street, her bare feet padding along the concrete as she seemed to drift along at the tips of her toes. It didn't take her long to find the mansion of a school, nor did it take long to see the students outside. A boy, and three other girls, of which there seemed to be a pair. It felt uneasy, as they all looked, well, like her. Human, normal, what have you, it was strange to the flower. Especially since she had spent so long with multiple alien races, seeing so many humans was unsettling at best.
So her hands mutely folded in front of her form and she tried to move along quietly past the fringe of socialization. Brushing on between the two groups with little more than a moving of black hair aside, and a weak smile in turn. Whatever she had to do, it was probably best to not interact with others, especially one such as herself.
Captain Johann had said that once to her. Best be believed a fool, rather than speak and remove any doubt. He had told her once she began socializing more with his crew an age ago.
She was certain his lesson applied here as well, and it brought her to lean against a wall and silently watch her peers interact.
Maybe, just maybe, it would give her insight on how to approach them.
Kirah