A spectrum of colors swayed through the slightly heated air, creating a hazy rainbow of hues. They manifested into an almost overwhelming array of floral fragrances that was augmented by the greenhouse's stable interior temperature. It was quiet here. Nothing but the organic yet nonverbal flowers sever as company to the solitary widow. She was leaned against a shelf of blooming flowers in the heart of the floral sanctuary, snowy head tilted towards the conical glass ceiling and snowflake eyes closed. Sparkling silk of a pure white Lolita dress and a form-fitting dark grey vest with billowing tail coats feathered from the back of the lily-white skirt. They appeared to almost float in the heated haze. It supplied her with an ethereal, ghostly appearance.

Alice let out a pent-up breath, the stress curling within it evaporating into the atmosphere. An antique teapot along with a collection of vintage tea cups rested on a small lattice table beside her. Steam curled up from the herbal tea within. She had made a bit too much, but figured the rest she could store or just pour out. Unless someone were to come along seeking similar escape. She wasn't quite in the mood to ensnare today; no, if company were to rear its head, then let it. The widow had escaped here to calm herself and partake in a rare cleansing of stress. Elegance and tranquility could be quickly decayed once in its acidic grasp. Being under too much made the ivory dancer feel as if she was suffocating; held down by her own acidic, frozen web.

Rainbow around me. A colorless intruder of snow... A snowy canvas surround by color yet devoid of any. Such a poignant soul...

☾ Granville, Anissa ☽

Fixing her glasses upon her face, Anissa entered the green house of Miator for a little floral project. Having a science related class was fascinating to her as it'd allowed her to learn different things surrounding the subject. This week was plants but she decided to take it a step further and do a little more research in the floral aspect and therefore the green house was the perfect spot for it. Luckily for her, she wasn't allergic to any flowers that she knew of so it'd made the idea of going there easier. Plus, the tri-colored haired teen knew it would be quiet there which meant she could get a lot more work and research done without anyone around to disturb her. She left her dog Spike at home today since she couldn't risk bringing him here and digging up any of the flowers. That would be horrifying and she'd most likely get expelled for it. Anissa hadn't wanted that so she decided to play it smart and safe by leaving her dog home.

With her hair up in a bun as neat as she could get it with no strands sticking out from it, her clothes also neatly pressed and clean as well, she made her way through the large green house. She didn't think her uniform was suited for a place like this and therefore wore her usual casual wear. Well, what she figured was normal casual wear in her eyes. A light blue oxford shirt with a dark colored vest and pleated skirt to match. Anissa wasn't someone that was into fashion. If anything, she just preferred her clothing to be clean and straightened. If it wasn't, she wouldn't wear it. It didn't make sense to go out in public looking at least halfway decent if not completely. Anyway, she wasn't here for that, she was here to look at the different types of flowers the green house had. The most common one she saw was roses which she proceeded to take out her small tablet from her brown shoulder bag and began taking pictures of them. Although she wasn't very interested in roses like others were. They were a common flower and while it was beautiful, it signified many things that weren't of any concern to her.

As she pressed onward, she stopped and took a picture of another yet smaller flower that had a more elegant and beautiful color. Using the app she had on her device, she was able to look up the type of flower it was, but she already knew what kind but was more or less surprised to see it here in Japan. Anissa tilted her head to the side as she stood there admiring the violet flower. "The Iris flower. This flower is native in France as the country's Flower Emblem. That along with the Lily. It's beautiful and surprising to see it grown here. Suppose science works in mysterious ways. Hrm, maybe the person who runs the green house is taking really good care of them enough for them to grow here," she spoke to herself as she began scrolling down on her tablet with her finger as she read through the information on the Iris flower, then fixed her glasses once more. "Iris's also come in a variety of colors too. Let's see, it says here that it takes its name from the Greek word for a rainbow, which is also the name for the Greek goddess of the rainbow, Iris. Huh. How interesting. A little Greek mythology added in. What an interesting factoid," the tri colored haired teen said with a small laugh.

Being that she was a somewhat into reading a lot of things, mostly being occult books and books regarding myths and mythology, it was kind of nice to discover this. Coming here was worth the time. It'd made her curious to learn if any of the other flowers got their names from Greek Mythology. It didn't hurt to be a little bit more curious as she began walking around once more, taking pictures of the flowers. She became more and more excited with all the information she was collecting. "A Hydrangea! Oh wow! These are known to grow in North America." Scrolling downward, she read the information given about the Hydrangea flower. "Hm, no Greek Mythology but its name is seid to be derived from the Latin words quercus "oak" and folium "leaf"." When it came to doing something that Anissa enjoyed, she was always excited and that was usually the only time she was. Any other time she was quiet and reserved and not all that interested in a lot of other things. Never before was she interested in plants but she was kind of glad to be studying them as she loved learning about new things. This was certainly something new for her.

A slight vibration suddenly strummed a shimmering thread of the snowy widow's metaphorical web. Yet nothing but a slight flutter of the ghostly blue eyes open and a subtle tilt of her narrow chin gave off any true reaction towards it. A flower had graced the quiet presence of the greenhouse. Not the floral kind, no, but a girl. Alice had no intention of catching prey today, nor was she in the usual predatory mood to do so. The widow was docile today as was her web. It would hold the weight of any insect that wandered in yet would not ensnare or trap today. It was just mere spider's silk today. The venomous sticky trap could come tomorrow.

Alice leaned more comfortably agonist the shelf of flowers, arms folded behind her back and hands gripping onto the edge of the display gently, and turned an ear to the unexpected visitor. The girl's voice was slightly muffled through the thick, heated flowery atmosphere yet generous of the building's shape and high ceiling, it coned about the glass ceiling audibly and leveled it above the almost tangible, scented air.

A scholar of flowers, hm? The conclusion didn't seem quite accurate, yet Alice could conclude that the girl seemed to know quite a lot about flowers by what the girl was saying out loud to herself. Or perhaps was she reading from something? Really, Alice wasn't focused to much on the other's presence as she typically would be. She figured the girl maybe had come here seeking peace as she did. Either that or to study the flowers as her topic of speech implied. Both were common reasons of visiting she supposed. The latter did not sound too common, yet who was she to conclude? This was new territory to the widow unlike a certain purple rose.

"Heartlessness." The ivory lips casted our suddenly into the floral scented air, soft and mellow, but still loud enough for the girl to hear. "Hydrangeas double as a symbol of heartlessness."

She hadn't meant to reveal her presence, albeit only verbally. Though the words had already been projected; her monotonous voice given a chance to escape. The widow cared little if it would be acknowledged or not. Though mutual company was not refused at the moment, which was rare of the solitary, predatory girl.

☾ Granville, Anissa ☽

Anissa jumped out of her skin in slight fear at the sudden sound of someone speaking about the Hydrangeas. This had caused her to hold her tablet close to her chest and look around to see where exactly the voice had came from. She had assumed she was the only one here for she didn't see anyone around when she showed up. Then again, she didn't take her time to completely look around so it wasn't surprising that she might've missed noticing that there was another student present within the green house already. "H-Hello?" the tri colored haired teen called out to get the attention of the person who spoke not long ago. If they were here for peace and quiet, she didn't mind coming back later as she hadn't wanted to be a bother. Although, having heard what the voice had said, she couldn't help but wondered if they were really in a mood to be bothered at all. Anissa never knew that the Hydrangea flowers symbolized something cold as heartlessness. However, she was just learning about a lot of flowers so it wouldn't come as a surprise that she didn't know that since she didn't study flowers on a regular. She was a calculating person, using science for everything around her. But she couldn't ignore what was said as she didn't agree with it but then again, it was her opinion and not everyone was going to feel the same as she did. "Hydrangeas ... are too beautiful to symbolize something so cold. So I ... I don't agree with that," she replied after a long moment of silence.

Alice resolved to remain silent at first when the girl called out. It appeared as if she had startled her. Had she been in her usual predatory mood, the snowy widow would have let out a chuckle. Though no such sound issued from the ivory lips today. The ungraceful action would only make a mockery of the rare peaceful state she had managed to ease herself in to.

The following phrase did elicit the slightest of motions from her lips, however; a subtle twitch of a tight corner. It neither upturned nor lowered, but rather, expressed a sort of personal irony - those words. "I do not quite agree with that either, yet..." The icy girl tensed the muscles in her stiff back and pushed gently off the shelf of flowers with her hands, letting the slender porcelain fingers slip in a sort of ghostly wave from where they held to the thin edge. The echo of tall white heels began to click across the cold floor. The sound shivered up across the glass to blend with the carousel of collected noise high within the peaked ceiling. The shimmering ivory figure glided from the heart of the greenhouse, keeping her snowy presence hidden behind the kaleidoscope of flowers. She wasn't being predatory; no, she was merely strolling across her imaginary web, curious to see what kind of manifestation that knowledgeable, youthful voice took on. Each step was graceful yet almost eerily slow, though her gait was just adjusted to the rare tranquility she had achieved. Somewhere among each soft footfall, the sound of a small bell, albeit one muffled under the constraint of her dark grey vest, jingled. Snow-white, icy lips finally parted to speak, carrying words to continue her previous open statement:

"Not everything beautiful is necessarily good in meaning, my dear..." With that, Alice stepped out from the shield of flowers, ghostly blue eyes settling themselves on a girl with tri-colored hair. Snowy, shoulder-length fringes of hair feathered out slightly at the action, giving her a ghost-like appearance that only seemed transparent in the light due to her albinism. "Beauty can be a mask to the face of corruption."

'Just like this god-forsaken snowy soul... So full of sin and ice. A colorless corruption among this resplendent rainbow of color. Too beautiful to symbolize something so cold - ah, an ironic truth.'

☾ Granville, Anissa ☽

The sounds of footsteps clacking against the flooring in the green house echoed throughout it and behind them revealed another girl with shoulder length white wavy hair. Anissa wondered just how long the girl had been there the entire time listening to her go on and on about factoids regarding the flowers around her. She was used to being judged for finding such things to be fun for her so she expected anything negative to be said in regards to it. However, that was not the case. What she was negative towards was the idea of something beautiful having a good meaning. That was true yes but one didn't have to necessarily focus on that aspect. It only made life and things around them to be cold and unbeautiful. She raised her head, her eyes one the girl as she pressed forward towards Anissa. "So can ones self reliance on believing that everything around them has no beauty to it. If one views everything and everyone around them to be cold and corrupted then usually that person is surrounding their own selves around despair and they do nothing but wallow in it," she replied simply. She spoke honestly but despite her own distrust of people sometimes when she felt they had ulterior motives or something else, Anissa wasn't that naive to completely distrust everyone. If given the opportunity, she would give them a chance unless given a reason to view that person differently. It's probably why she didn't have a lot of friends right now because of it. "Gomen, that was rude of me," she apologized, bowing apologetically to the girl.

"Not unless you are the embodiment of that cold and corrupted manifestation, my dear. Appearances don't always match the label."

Alice hadn't meant to respond back in a tone as she did. It had been slightly harsh and prickling with shards of venomous ice. Ivory lips pressed shut gently to prevent furthering whatever sort of argument she could possibly have started. Arguing was not her goal. Neither selfishness, but her acidic mind had swirled up a blizzard. Many claimed Alice looked like an angel of snow and of regal beauty herself, yet that was only regarding the exterior. On the interior, she was a fallen angel; a snow-white widow of a web of ice. Ensnaring girls in her web and stringing them along just to sadistically break their hearts without ever feeling anything in return. It was a game to her; a sinful game that she whole-heartedly enjoyed. Yet she was in no predatory state to play it today. No, this girl; this tri-colored butterfly among the spider's web; was in no danger as she would be if the snowy dancer was not suspended in a condition of peace.

"No, please forgive me, my dear. I was the one being rude." Alice echoed back quietly. She folded her lily-white hands in front of her and bowed elegantly, the icicle braids swaying a little as they dangled in front of the rest of the snowy mass of silken hair.

She straightened gradually, but kept her hands in the same position, her ominous icy blue gaze flickering back to the girl. "If you wish for me to discontinue my presence here, I will gladly leave."

A lily-white hand reached out to touch a petal of a nearby lily, but retracted before contact could be made, the clawed fingers curling back in hesitation. She was concerned that her touch would only taint the glistening white petals. She returned to her original position with hands folded in front of her and waited for an answer.

☾ Granville, Anissa ☽

Anissa stood up straight, holding her tablet in one arm with her other hanging beside her as she listened to the girl speak the way she had. This in turn had made her shake her head from side to side. "A person who feels that way about themselves usually harbors deep and emotional turmoil they're unable to let go. The became the darkness they allow themselves to wallow in. That is the story of human beings as a whole but actual things are not the same. Things that have no feelings, that cannot offend us, have their own unique beauty despite the meanings they harbor. But beauty isn't everything and I'm not naive enough to assume that just because a person is beautiful on the outside, they are that way on the inside." Her hand tightened around her tablet as her gaze shifted to the left with her eyes narrowed. "I've experienced the coldness of others an for that, it has made me not as trusting of people. But I shall not be rude to you despite how I feel. I have nothing against you staying if I've interrupted your peace of mind by being here. I shall be the one to leave if my presence is a bother to you," Anissa said, her gaze shifted back forward to look at the white haired girl directly. "I also accept your apology since you've accepted mine." Anissa bowed again as she said this.

The ivory widow listened to the other speak, her ghostly blue gaze frosting over an adjacent flower. The girl's words were correct. In of itself, and of humans in particular as a whole. Alice wasn't usually like this; no, in fact, she rarely was ever caught in a foul mood such as this; but that was a result of what happened when she was tangled in her own web of thoughts. The mind was an enigma - a void - and when it frosted over in times of clutter, it became a struggle to escape sometimes. That was all that befell of the widow, as well as the irony of the Astrea being a holy school and the widow being of one with sin-tainted hands that could not be cleansed of their wrong-doings.

Alice let a collected breath fall from her pale lips. A hand raised to adjust a snowy fringe of hair that had swirled out of place with the intensity of her frustration. She felt impolite and cold now; more so frosted over than she usually was. This had not been meant. "You may stay, my dear. Please. I lashed out my own frustrations unto you, and that was poignantly wrong and impolite of me." She spoke softly in her usual monotonous tone, the ice and venom having run dry from it. "Truthfully, I was pleased some company came along."

That was not something she would usually admit, but company was a desire of the spider right now. She needed something to keep her mind off her thoughts. Not to mention, the greenhouse did get a little lonely, even with the bountiful flowery crowd around. Alice looked back to the young girl again. She wasn't sure if she'd stay after the impression she had just established, but decided to offer anyway, "If you wish to stay, miss, would you perhaps be interested in a cup of tea?"

☾ Granville, Anissa ☽

Anissa wasn't entirely sure of that considering how the other girl had spoken earlier. She'd believed that her presence there was an interruption, not something that pleased her. She was only here to study the plants present in the green house and for no other reason. Honestly, she'd expected to be alone but with a school such as this one, that would hardly be the case. Her mother would probably see this as a good thing but given how things began between the two girls, the tri-colored haired teen wouldn't see it that way. She was nice enough to apologize at least and accept the given apology in return but deep down, Anissa felt uneasy around the white haired girl. It was so hard for her to trust people but someone as intelligent as she was knew that she couldn't go around avoiding people for the rest of her life. ... No matter how much she wanted to do so considering that the emotions of people were so fleeting and superficial at times. Not wanting to be rude, she merely gave a small nod to the offer of tea, steady holding her tablet close to her chest with one hand. "Arigatou gozaimasu. I appreciate the offer of tea," she replied after a long moment of silence.

(Finally posted! So sorry it took so long!) 

With the offer of the tea accepted, Alice offered an acknowledging nod of her own before disappearing behind the flowery foliage to retrieve a cup. White heeled shoes echoed eerily across the ground, sending the sound evaporating across the high glass ceiling of the greenhouse. Granted, the greenhouse's shape amplified the sound to a much greater decibel, but her true steps were light, almost as if she were walking across spider's silk. She was used to sneaking around, so keeping light-footed in any situation was just unconsciously natural to her.

As she returned to the lattice table in the center of the greenhouse, she began preparing the cup of tea, however, keeping the girl in peripherals. It wasn't that she didn't want to keep an eye on her or anything; really, she couldn't care less; rather, she was just curious as to if she would take the opportunity to leave now that the widow had surrendered her upfront physical position. Not that she would care much if she left, but it was a rare time where she sought company, no matter in what form. Even rarer, it was a time where her predatory nature wasn't active. It was drowned by the scent of the flowers, and was swamped in the haze of her flurrying mind. No, she was too cluttered by other thoughts to even think about considering this peculiar girl as prey. Even though the greenhouse which no one ever visited would be a perfect opportunity to a white widow spider to effortlessly snag something in her web. But Alice's metamorphic web wasn't spread among the expanse of the greenhouse. It served only to support her presence and her poise, not to ensnare, at the moment. Neither would it be used to ensnare in this encounter, however long it may last. This young dragonfly was lucky.

Steam rolled off the tea, and soon, the flesh of her own hand. Alice had been caught up in her thoughts and hadn't noticed she had accidentally spilled some of the scalding liquid on her hand. Not that she would have noticed. There were no working nerves to perceive the stimulus of intense pain that would have been felt. Such was a sufferer of Congenital Analgesia. She ignored the accident, though it made her frown a little due to the small pool of the hot liquid on the spotless floor now which she would have to clean promptly, and carefully picked up the teacup to transport it to the girl. Some of the liquid jeweled out ever so slightly, burning across her skin that could not feel the pain nor extreme heat.

"Here you are, dear." There was no emotion in her voice as she spoke, though she tried to melt the ice encasing it to frost as to make it seem a little warmer. Her first impression wasn't going too well at all. "It is a bit...hot, I believe, so please, exercise caution."

Her own hands were slightly red from the scalding liquid. What a peculiar girl this was, she had to admit. Coming to the greenhouse not to relax or explore, but, oh, what was it now...examine the plants? No, no, more like study them? Whatever the reason she was sure social interaction wasn't part of what the girl had wished to encounter here. Alice didn't wish to bind her here if the girl wished to leave. After all, the snow queen had made herself out to be not one of a good first impression, not that she thought of herself as someone to run into alone and except such a thing.

☾ Granville, Anissa ☽

Anissa remained quiet as the other girl had left to prepare her some tea. While she hadn't expected anyone to be within the greenhouse besides the groundskeeper, it didn't come as a surprise to her that she would encounter someone that she found difficult to talk to. Then again, her social skills were less than super so that didn't help either that she hadn't known how to respond to people like this girl. She may have had a reason for her coldness or she may not have. Either way, the tri colored haired teen had no right to judge on first impressions, no matter how easy that person had made it because of how they acted and spoke. Her thoughts didn't wander too far for she'd noticed the spill of tea on the other girl's hand. Seeing the steam coming from the liquid, it was obviously hot, yet she didn't seem all that affected by it. 'Damaged pain nerves possibly? That surely must've hurt or it does and she's refusing to show it,' Anissa thought as she opened her brown shoulder back to place her tablet back in it for the time being but she pulled out a few napkins she brought with her and handed them to the older girl. "It'd be wrong to not take notice of the spill. If it hurts, I have some burn cream in the small first aid kit in my bag if you need it," she said to her.