[ back in one piece (
sort of), minatsuki's up in her room for the first time after a very brief once-over of the castle. flesh still tender, wounds still fresh, there isn't much more to do than leaf through this ~magical journal~ right now. after skimming through the last few pages she sets it in her lap, brows furrowed.
the following is dictated, voice hardly above a meek whisper:]
This is a really beautiful castle, ah - I wish I could have seen its gardens before the snowfall.
Maybe there's a green house?