The soft pattering of footsteps filled the dense, abandoned garden. Deidre aimlessly explored the area, as it was one of the few places he was allowed to freely roam. There's very few lifeforms besides him that occupy the garden. The bugs and mites that help the plants and flowers grow. Making this one of the areas that Deidre prefers to be in, since nothing would run away from him. Not to mention, the flowers give him a form of solace.

Deidre crouches down in front of a wilted rose bush, his fingers gently reaching out to brush along the dried up petals. A soft sigh leaving him. It was difficult for him to understand how to take care of flora, as he only knew the basics. Water and sunlight.

As much as he tried, it seemed that even the flowers he tried to keep alive died at his hands. Making it a little more bittersweet than he had hoped. Although they made him feel less lonely, they still left him in the end.

A faint noise draws his attention away from the flowers. Deidre’s body tenses up a little as he remains crouched. Carefully watching the entrance to the indoor garden.