nobody's in the mood for recording 6.9: the post-trial garden tea "party"

[tsunderine]

The flowers that bloomed at the end of the trial are ones that only seem to prove, continuously, that the road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Of course, it's only natural that many of the people are full of mixed emotions - grief? sadness? anger? frustration? maybe something else completely different?

But it's there, along with the end of the week.

Miasma still continues to be around, of course - but make use of the fact that this might be the last time it'll be at a low level one before it shoots up again.


Well.

Life continues as usual, disregarding any feelings that any of the house's occupants might be feeling.

So what are you doing these next two days?

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[cw_suicide]

Mm, I do like stories.

[onemolife]

[ Humming a bit. Time to give him something ridiculous then. ]

The story goes that there was once a garden that a poet used to tend. He would bring up flowers with tender care and recite sweet words to them as if they were friends. Affected by the care showered on them, the flowers created a beautiful spirit. She became known as the Damsel of the Annual Flowers.

Many travelers came all over to catch a look at her rumor beauty. Thanks to how she was made, she had a certain fondness to poetry, but only if the person recited it beautifully. She was very, very picky and would throw a flower at your face and kick you out if you got it wrong.