[Soniaâs lucky, in that Nessaâs gym is open for the holiday. Luckier, in that sheâs able to blend into the crowd relatively easily, entering the gym as if she were one of the many revelers. The staff seems distracted enough that they donât pay much mind to the obscenely large backpack and duffelbag that she carries with her.Â
How she manages to keep it all balanced as she clambers down a ladder and into the water below, she doesnât know. What she does know is that she has to carefully keep balanced on said ladder, lest her cumbersome load and heavy clothes drag her to the bottom.
And donât get her started on how wet her socks already are!
She makes quick work of the duffel bag, tying it round one post of the ladder and wrenching it open. Inside are a number of large, clear containers of water -- each of which contain a handful of aquatic flowers.
The first ones she lets go (one by one, each with steady hand of a well-trained scientist -- or so she liked to think) are the hawthorns. She has to work quickly the more they start to scatter -- it wonât be long until someone notices, and she doesnât particularly want to get caught.Â
The hyacinths follow, standing just a hint taller and a bit denser than the hawthorns were. They take the currents quicker, and Soniaâs hands start to slip as she struggles to work quick enough to release her gifts.Â
Finally, she reaches for her backpack. There are a number of small plastic bags with single petals. While the flowers themselves still have their roots attached, and can be replanted by a careful hand, these flow freely through the pool. The first comes the tulips, ones that streak with lavender along their otherwise royal purple petals. These are interspersed with irises here and there. Zinnias, vibrant magenta in color follow, quickly taking to the currents
The crowd is just starting to whisper as Sonia dumps the last bag. This one is a mix, acacia and gardenia blend together. This last addition, combined with the rest of the color, is enough to distract the crowd just long enough for Sonia to clamber up the ladder and sneak out. Sheâs soaked up to her knees from her perch, sure to draw attention when she gets outside, but thatâs fine by her.Â
She settles not far from the gym, boots off and socks drying in the sun. Sheâll give it an hour, hopefully long enough for Nessa to see, before heading back to volunteer with cleanup. The last thing she wants is for her beloved leader to have to clean up the mess, after all.]
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