It wasn’t the quick kiss to his cheek that’d caused the arrogant Time Lord to become suddenly displeased with the blonde woman ; that, he could live with. A sign of her respect and fear, was what he could turn them into over time. — But running forward in front of him, when she’d been so good, co-operative, and careful as to avoid taking one tiny step past him for their whole walk here? It was unforgivable, and Stellar would learn that. Not over time, but now. He stood at the gate for the briefest of moments, watching the excited blonde rush to the nearest flowerbed and press her nose against each and every flower. Endearing as the sight was ; his property being so happy, Rassilon cleared his throat only once before turning sharply on a heel, ignoring the strange looks he got from the garden’s gatekeeper — who would pay for the comment he’d made about his “just leaving her there by herself.” Couldn’t complain about losing him, could she, if she was so damn insolent enough as to run forward without so much as a glance back to him. But against all odds, he did wait for her. Had stopped walking a block away from the gardens, and chose to lean against a brick wall instead. As much as Stellar had to learn her lesson now rather than later — which was that Rassilon held no qualms in leaving her stranded should she disobey him — he couldn’t bring himself to move far away enough that if something were to happen to her, the Time Lord wouldn’t know. It was simply the matter of how long it took Stellar to realize he was gone, and come rushing out to find him, that would determine the severity of her punishment.
It wasn't until evening had started to approach, wrapping the garden in dusk, that Stellar finally paused, realizing that she hadn't seen Sir in quite some time. She glanced around the garden in confusion, feeling her half-heart begin to pound in fear, though she couldn't have said whether it was fear of being left alone in the open air, in the dark, when it had been so long since she'd experienced either of those things that her entire body shook at the very thought of being left to face it by herself, or if it was because some part of her, the little that was left of her rational mind, suspected that the man she called Sir would be very cross that she had failed to note his absence. The gatekeeper approached her then, placing a hand on her shoulder and informing her, in a kind voice, that the garden was closing to the public in ten minutes, so she'd have to return home now. Stellar hesitated, not sure how to find her way back to the only place she had come to call home on this strange planet, Sir's hospital. It seemed that her rational mind wasn't quite done its work for the evening, because it began to protest loudly now that she didn't need to go back to the hospital. For the first time since she'd arrived on this planet, there were no nurses or doctors keeping an ever- watchful eye on her, and Sir was nowhere to be found. You can run! the voice practically screamed inside her head. You can be free of the walls, finally! Better, you can find him, the one you were sent here to find, the one with the drums! He will fix you, and you can finally go home, back to Balrune! She hadn't told Sir about the man with the drums yet. He'd seemed so terribly interested in the man who had given her the walls that she'd been wary of speaking of the man who she believed was finally going to take them away. She let the gatekeeper lead her back out of the garden, stammering a thank you before breaking into a run down the first street she came to. She was not going back to the hospital, even if it meant she had to run all night until she arrived somewhere the doctors and nurses of the hospital wouldn't be able to find her. Wherever that was -- she had no idea where this street led. She also had no idea that Sir was waiting for her at the end of that same street.
