♥: Your muse crying about something ((How about we have my muse Jiva crying and sad and stuff?))
Getting lost was just what he got for taking a detour, he thought to himself. Arthur supposed there were worse times than a mild spring day and worse places than a riotously blooming garden to get lost, but still. Inconvenient and... kinda embarrassing, getting lost in a town as small as Tempo, especially when you'd lived there your whole damn life. Nice going, Kingsmen.
He'd been planning to take his lunch back to the shop to tinker around with some personal projects, but since it was his day off he could just as easily plunk down and eat here among the flowers. He stopped, peering around for a good spot to do just that, when he heard it.
The crunch of gravel under his feet must have covered up the sound before-- faint and delicate weeping. At least he thought so-- he strained his ears for where the sound might be coming from. It was probably someone who had retreated here specifically for some solitude, but-- On the off chance it wasn't, he ought to check anyway. He could always apologize for bothering them if he needed to.
Coming around a hydrangea bush, he found that the source of the weeping was a lady in an elegant pink and white sari and headscarf. She sat in the lap of tree roots, her face hidden against her knees, narrow shoulders trembling.
"Ma'am-- um, Miss? Are you okay?" He spoke softly, not wanting to startle her.













