034 - Put Out the Fire

[heretic_hamlet]

[The page looks almost studiously new and pristine, as if from an entirely new journal. For a minute or so, the image of a pressed rose appears upon its pages.]

Comments

[moe_rapier]

There is always something of importance happening, it seems, and I would be happy to fill you in personally. Do you need a new map as well?

Either way, I'm glad to hear you're all right.

[Oh, she wants to ask so badly about the flower, but doesn't want to overstep.]

[heretic_hamlet]

Thank you. And no need; I've kept my map.

[moe_rapier]

All right. Take care of this journal, now.

[heretic_hamlet]

Thank you. I'll mind my words, as well.

[feathered_earth]

Hello, Reed! That's a very nice way to mark a new journal.

[heretic_hamlet]

What d

The rose I'd placed in the book's front on accident. It's not the mark of a new journal. It's [pause] something I needed to keep.

[feathered_earth]

Oh, I see.

Can I ask why, or is it something personal?

[heretic_hamlet]

It was a gift from a close friend.

[blindedmewith]

That was very pretty.

[heretic_hamlet]

Thank you. I'd pressed it in my previous journal; I'm glad to see it took well to these new pages.

[blindedmewith]

Do you really like flowers?

[heretic_hamlet]

As much as any man. But this flower is most dear to me... I would not forgive myself had I ruined it alongside my old journal.