he senses her there, but does not turn to look, but when he's hugged he can't help but flinch. it takes a second, but he slowly wraps his arms around her, hugging her back. canopus moves to rub against estelle's legs.
his voice is small, quiet, when he finally speaks: ]
[She takes his hand and leads him! All the way to her room. It's a long walk, but let's just skip on there.
Inside is what looks like the interior of a fairytale cottage. The room is round in shape and looks almost as if it was built into a hollowed-out tree. The furniture is made of twisted, blossoming branches arranged in whimsical, asymmetrical shapes. Flowering vines drape down from hanging and mounted planters here and there.
Before them is a chair and a writing desk, as well as a cozy-looking nook with a round, cushioned bench surrounding a small table. There are bookshelves leading all the way up to the ceiling, filled with leather-bound books, though none have any legible titles. Through the windows, a lush grove with a great blossoming tree can be seen, with pink petals drifting along a gentle breeze.
A staircase that follows the curved walls upward leads to a loft, with pastel curtains drawn around it. It's probably where the bed is, but it's out of view.
Estelle lets go of him when they step inside, and makes a beeline for her writing desk. There are a few things sitting on it.]
Cedar flowers can mean prosperity, or longevity... or "think of me." Bronze chrysanthemums have a lot of meanings... home, joy, long life, truth, or friendship.
Closed gentians are the simplest, and perhaps the most important in this arrangement. They mean "sweet dreams."
Could these be from the dead? Their way of communicating with us, at the moment?
I know, before, we would receive cryptic messages and things, from those who had died. It was always a sort of code. So I wonder if this is along those line, just must nicer.
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he senses her there, but does not turn to look, but when he's hugged he can't help but flinch. it takes a second, but he slowly wraps his arms around her, hugging her back. canopus moves to rub against estelle's legs.
his voice is small, quiet, when he finally speaks: ]
...I'm sorry, Estelle.
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It wasn't your fault.
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I should have told you sooner...
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The two of you... You were able to confide in each other, at least... right?
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You mean...Kaeya and I? [ he smiles a little. ] We were...always have been able to, it's something I'll miss...dearly.
[ along with everything else. sobs. ]
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At least, until we get him back...
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You are very kind and your heart warmer than the sun itself. Even after we get him back, I hope you will stay. I would like you to.
[ hugs her tight ]
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Then I will. I'd like that, too.
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It's a deal, then. And I know he'd like that too.
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I think so, too.
Actually... I wanted to ask. Have you received any unexpected gifts in your room? Or do you know of someone who has?
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I have not, nor have I heard of anyone who has. I've only experienced the housekeeping mystery.
Have you?
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I can show you, if you want. If it means what I think it means... you'll want to know about this. Especially now.
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We can go now.
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Lead the way.
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Inside is what looks like the interior of a fairytale cottage. The room is round in shape and looks almost as if it was built into a hollowed-out tree. The furniture is made of twisted, blossoming branches arranged in whimsical, asymmetrical shapes. Flowering vines drape down from hanging and mounted planters here and there.
Before them is a chair and a writing desk, as well as a cozy-looking nook with a round, cushioned bench surrounding a small table. There are bookshelves leading all the way up to the ceiling, filled with leather-bound books, though none have any legible titles. Through the windows, a lush grove with a great blossoming tree can be seen, with pink petals drifting along a gentle breeze.
A staircase that follows the curved walls upward leads to a loft, with pastel curtains drawn around it. It's probably where the bed is, but it's out of view.
Estelle lets go of him when they step inside, and makes a beeline for her writing desk. There are a few things sitting on it.]
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once he's shaken himself out of his stupor, he joins estelle at her desk. looking at the things! ]
What do you have you there?
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Estelle steps aside to present... a vase of flowers!]
These were sent to me on Sunday. Cedar flowers, bronze chrysanthemums, and closed gentians.
Diluc, are you familiar with flower language?
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he looks thoughtfully at the vase. ]
I'm familiar with the flowers back home and what they mean, but I can't say I've ever seen these before.
Do you have any idea who sent them to you?
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There's no indication of who sent it. The staff say there's no such thing as a flower delivery service here...
It's a message, from someone who probably isn't one of us here in the hotel...
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Were you able to decode the message?
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Cedar flowers can mean prosperity, or longevity... or "think of me." Bronze chrysanthemums have a lot of meanings... home, joy, long life, truth, or friendship.
Closed gentians are the simplest, and perhaps the most important in this arrangement. They mean "sweet dreams."
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Could these be from the dead? Their way of communicating with us, at the moment?
I know, before, we would receive cryptic messages and things, from those who had died. It was always a sort of code. So I wonder if this is along those line, just must nicer.
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That's what I believe.
I always had hope, but... now there's a good reason to hold on to it, too. Something tangible.
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This is fantastic news, Estelle.
You are right, this is something that will get us through to the end. It'll lead us back to them.
[ he reaches out to give her shoulder a squeeze. ]
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