pc: yves

[sacredpath]

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[sacredpath]

We can look and see. [blushing a bit at this.] They are very difficult to grow, I'm afraid. They need complete darkness.

[noirges]

[ he just laughs ]

This [ he points at the flower ] technically represents a cursed flower from my home, which would kill anyone who so much as bumped or plucked it. I obviously don't mean it as a curse, since it's something so dear to me...

But I do think I'm up for the challenge.

[sacredpath]

[yes, she understands why it's dear, then.]

We will find you some, then. [they cause another disease to spread across his island.] I always liked them, but never had much reason why. And then when I recovered a memory, it was of being a child and spending time in a cave where they grew.

It is nice to think that there are so many things like that - innate little preferences that have meaning all the same. [there are things that have a bad meaning too, but not everything.]

[noirges]

Ah...

[ a little hum of understanding, and he nods ]

There really are these little things that make us, aren't there? Interactions or experiences that we carry along with us... My fondness comes from tending to these flowers with my grandfather.

And I do think that those things are enough to make them lovely, even against everything else.

[sacredpath]

[she smiles at that, a little warmth.]

I could not agree more. They are lovely. And I will treasure any gift that reminds me of you, even if it is deadly poison. [it's. paper.]