Of home. [ It comes out too easily. But she understands it. Of course there's plenty of bad memories in Deerington behind them, but sometimes it's the ones from home that hurt the most. ] Right?
[ She feels quite confident about this puzzle, actually. Her hand reaching up to one of the tiles to examine it a little more closely, frowning a little. They seem quite heavy, difficult to shift around. She nods at Clarisse's question. Yes, she knows where they go. Best to start with the beginning of them.]
I believe so, yes. I believe the Season of Tears means the flowers. I always think of Cynthia. Her crying, and her plant magic. [ There's a quiet pause, a little sad. But then she presses on. ] Considering the state of the city, that would mean the Moss King is the first one. Can you help me move the tiles? They're quite heavy.
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[ She feels quite confident about this puzzle, actually. Her hand reaching up to one of the tiles to examine it a little more closely, frowning a little. They seem quite heavy, difficult to shift around. She nods at Clarisse's question. Yes, she knows where they go. Best to start with the beginning of them.]
I believe so, yes. I believe the Season of Tears means the flowers. I always think of Cynthia. Her crying, and her plant magic. [ There's a quiet pause, a little sad. But then she presses on. ] Considering the state of the city, that would mean the Moss King is the first one. Can you help me move the tiles? They're quite heavy.