Meanwhile, Citrine, ever the playful one (some would say PEST), flits around the common area. The majority of the elderly residents, engrossed in their card games and quiet conversations, remain blissfully unaware of her presence. But that doesn’t stop her from causing a little harmless mischief.
She hovers near the snack table, her delicate wings shimmering as she eyes a plate of pecan sandies - storebought, she knows better than to mess with Marigold's treats! With a mischievous grin, she nudges a cookie just enough to send it rolling off the plate and onto the floor. A resident who’s been knitting in a nearby chair, glances up as if she heard something but shrugs it off, thinking it must have been her imagination.
Citrine chimes a quiet giggle and flits over to an elder gent who’s dozing off in his chair. She carefully unties one of his shoelaces, letting it dangle loose. When he shifts in his sleep, the shoe falls off, and he mutters something in his dreams, his foot twitching in response.
Meanwhile, across the room, a few of the more whimsical residents—those that perhaps have a touch of childlike wonder rekindled in their hearts—catch fleeting glimpses of her. A fellow who still has a bit of fiery red in his greyed hair, beams and gives her a knowing wink. Citrine, delighted, blows him a kiss before darting off again.
Spotting a small stack of playing cards on a side table, Citrine decides to have a bit more fun. She flutters over and starts rearranging the cards, forming a tiny pyramid. As she’s halfway through, a fussy looking lady glances over and frowns, wondering who’s messing with the cards. Citrine quickly darts out of sight, leaving the woman puzzled as she finds the half-built structure.
Throughout it all, Citrine’s lighthearted antics seem to add a touch of magic and whimsy to the day.