AFTER TRIAL

[whiterosefoes]

[Well then. After that horrifying end to the trial, Harriet is in kind of a panic mode, and with nothing really to work down from it. She imagines everyone else is the same way. Krone had previously seemed like the meeting-holding-adult type, but that was obviously shot to hell now. As the murdergame veteran, should she step up? Even though it hardly feels that way, when nothing had been like this.

Eventually, she can be found reluctantly pasting up a notice on the back of some sheet music.]

Meeting in the parlour.

[She thought about writing, "for information gathering", or maybe, "for story telling", since they need to make some actual progress, or since Akko liked stories. In the end, though, she doesn't want to discourage any particular types, so she just leaves it at that and brings her bowl of weird fruits for those who would rather try their luck with these than horror foods that possibly come out of killer muppets.]

Comments

[whiterosefoes]

Yeah. I should probably hoard, given what we know. But I figure they're weird enough I'll still be left with some...

[She wouldn't blame anyone for not trusting EVEN MORE weird food, but at least these don't glow!!]

[inadequacyfeelings]

I hadn't seen any fruit like this one before. I will take some of the seeds back home if I can.

[Thinking about bringing something new to Hyrule makes her feel somewhat better]

[whiterosefoes]

[Harriet smiles a bit. She didn't expect her to do that, but it makes sharing the fruit with her seem a little more worthwhile than just scraping by without terror snacks.]

Oh, that's right. You enjoy gardening, don't you...

[at least, she thinks she's seen her hanging around in the garden while she was passing by.]

Is there a certain plant you especially like? Or flower?

[inadequacyfeelings]

There's one flower I like... [It would be so much easier if she got one to show, but hey, better try anyway] It's a flower that's rare and grows only in the wild, despite our efforts to grow it domestically.

It's called the Silent Princess. It's blue, delicate and rather small, but it's known for its beauty.

[She sounds so fond of that flower]

[whiterosefoes]

It can't be tamed! [Harriet chuckles. She can see why a royal would find something like that appealing.] I suppose half of the beauty is the surprise of finding it then.

[inadequacyfeelings]

Indeed! And also it thriving in middle of the wilderness is something that appeals to me. I'm fond of nature and its quirks.

[And also she projects herself a little onto that flower. Of course she does]