This batch of guests had been quite… trying, to put it simply. On a normal day, Naru prefers to watch from a distance; using the colors of the roses as a guide to convey how the garden’s visitors appear to her with paper, paint, and pieces left behind in her… scrapbook, sketchbook… Whatever she’s calling it these days.
But this day, with these visitors… The tension in the air was too much for her, and the distance between her and the visitors grew. Like the individual flowers of a bouquet, their commonalities are supposed to bring them together; but today, it seemed only to push them further apart. Even so, she finds the page in the sketchbook for this group of guests beautiful in its own way, even if it’s rife with darkness and clashing colors. Furthermore, it’s not often she gets the opportunity to draw something she’s already drawn once before. Even if it was… like this.
Narrator "I-I mean, I thought that you might have to talk about them a bit… Did you figure out the labels?”
The labels… Some of them were somewhat distressing, weren’t they? But they’re an opportunity to bond (that was the plan, at least).
“…Sometimes… art can be understood without words…” Her voice is small, and it’s hard to tell if you’re able to hear her at all. It sounds pragmatic, but in actuality she’s not quite that insightful.
Was this entire car just a miserable experience for the visitors, despite the beauty? That would have been unfortunate.
“………E-Even if… it was difficult… Just remember… y-you’re not alone…” This, on the other hand, is decidedly more insightful. Of course they’re not alone—they’re a bouquet made up of many colors and flowers, not one of them was made with only one flower. They have their similarities, if they could just talk. But unfortunately, Naru doesn’t know the true extent of their plight, and the words may just fall on deaf ears.
“…H-Hah…” Suddenly feeling nervous and self-conscious, having spoken for such a long time (it wasn’t that long, actually), she feels the need to flee and make herself scarce again. At her size, it’s impossible to tell the way her gaze lingers on one of you before Naru flitters off into the garden.
