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[wordcarvings]

Koutarou Takao shared a photo. 10/10 near Viea Village

I found this on my kitchen table when I got home. Would anyone be able to help me identify it and possibly tell me how to keep it alive? I usually don't keep plants beyond bouquets that I get when I need to paint any, and I usually dry those once I'm done, so I have no clue how to take care of this thing. And I really don't want to kill it, it feels like it's very important.

((ooc: it's supposed to be a gloxinia, hopefully that's what the image shows? ))

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[liberal_arts]

Well a cursory, depthless search, seems to associate them with "love at first sight" and "proud spirit", for whatever that's worth.

[wordcarvings]

[ Because he's remembered who originally gave him the plant, he has to bury his hands in his face and calm his heart for some moments. The reply takes a little longer than it usually would. ]

My, that is quite meaningful.

[liberal_arts]

I suppose it ultimately depends on who sent it, to measure the intentions. A colleague, or possibly a lover!

[wordcarvings]

Or a wife.

[liberal_arts]

Huh. I don't recall you mentioning having one before. Though I suppose some people keep their private and professional lives very separate!

[wordcarvings]

No, I didn't. But it has nothing to do with that. She was the other me's wife.

[liberal_arts]

Ah ha. So it's something like that, then. A love letter from across reality and unreality. Now *that* is truly poetic.

[wordcarvings]

It is. I would not have thought something like that was possible, before.

[liberal_arts]

I'm not sure we can discount anything as truly 'impossible' anymore.

[wordcarvings]

No, probably not. Yet things that cause surprise happens over and over.

[liberal_arts]

I think I prefer these pleasant brand of surprises. Though I doubt I'll be getting any flowers from an unknown lover.

[wordcarvings]

So do I, and probably most people. You don’t think you might have had any in the other you’s past?

[liberal_arts]

There's no chance of that sort of thing at all. I know that much is certain.

[wordcarvings]

You do? How come?

[liberal_arts]

-...-

Remember sometime back? When you and I talked about feeling like one wasn't quite a person born, but a work crafted?

[wordcarvings]

Yes, I remember that.

[ that had resonated a little too close at home for him. in more than one way. ]

[liberal_arts]

As it turns out, that was a pretty literal interpretation of my situation.

[wordcarvings]

It was? How so? If you don't mind me asking.

[liberal_arts]

Well

-He really wasn't certain how to best put it. Too blunt, and it would only invite more questions he didn't really have answers to. Too vague, and it might not carry through.-

I'm a sword.

-Perfect.-

[wordcarvings]

A sword? Like an actual sword?

[liberal_arts]

Yes.




Quite literally.