As we approached Borax, I turned to Nutmeg.
"Okay Nutmeg, stay close to Chicory. And don't wander off." She nods, going over to Chicory. "I'm going to find a library, to find out more about this place." Chicory nods.
"Come on Nutmeg," He says, handing her a coin. "I'm sure we'll find a candy shop somewhere." Nutmeg nods, running after Chicory.
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I find a library. A tall elfmaid with white hair in a neat bun greets me at the entrance.
"Welcome to the Borax Library. I'm Aralia." She extends her hand, and I shake it.
"I'm Cardamon. I'm here to know more about this town." Aralia nods, walking off, and returning with a hefty book.
"If you want to know more about Borax, then I suggest you start with the history of Borax." She hands me the book, and I struggle to carry it to the table. I start to read the book.
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As I'm reading, a small songbird lands on the table. There's something on its leg. I grab the bird and take the paper off of its leg. Opening the paper, I read the letter.
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Cardamon,497Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8EO8prqekZ
I hope this letter reaches you, wherever you might be.
Bergamot is safe and is staying with me currently.497Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCgZgm0uxBc
Along with him, we've found the only other surviving member of the Royal Family, Prince Basil.497Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgFzvRX97Ar
Your old friend,497Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIvl5E1FoeA
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"Cardamon! Cardamon!" Just then, Nutmeg runs into the library, face and fingers covered in sticky sugar. Aralia rushes over, shushing her fiercely. Nutmeg ignores her, running over to my table. Chicory walks into the library.497Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCePNduHxwq
"Hey Cardamon," He gestures to Nutmeg. "Sorry about the mess. She ate a lot of candy-" He stares at Aralia, who waves at him. Chicory waves back, a faint blush on his face. He walks over to her, and the two start talking quietly. I smile, glancing at Nutmeg, who's fallen asleep.497Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8gkVYzowFV
