Simmering Jams at the Edge of the Forest

The sound of Mark knocking down the bench when he stood up rang quite loudly. I'm glad the table and the cups on it were safe. It's dangerous when the candle falls.

"... Margaret... voice, but...?

I think I heard you, right? Mark standing in front of you if you open your eyes full of tears in your forehead pain...... hey, what a face. Why are you so bright red, it's like I did something. No, I did something.

You always make me rush all the time to spare you by myself, but you dye all over your face and say you can't believe it... that look on my face that I've never seen before makes me red.

"What's wrong with you?

"Oh, the bench. Are you both hurt?

He was just surprised by the sound. Dr. Daniel and Lady Adelaide put their faces on the veranda. Oh, I'm peeking at Buddy from my feet, too.

"... oh, excuse me. It's okay."

Seems the teachers decided not to come out any further and go back indoors when they looked at each other to see if there was anything to think about Mark talking in the direction of the day after tomorrow, holding his mouth down with a bright red face.

"I hope you're okay. Call me if you need anything."

"Mark, I asked for it."

The teacher stabbed a thick nail on Mark's back, hurrying to mislead the scene, and smiling at me left Buddy on the veranda and the two of you turned your legs inside... hey, I'm sure they misunderstood. You two look bright red, plus I'm crying.

When he confirmed that they had returned to the living room, Mark began to play his hand and talk to his forehead so as to put away the confusion.

"Margaret, what's now,"

Uh, tea for now, please? I sat next to him, too, when I let Mark, who was unusually disturbed, sit on the bench where he just woke up and let him hold a cup of tea in his hand.

Take a sip and exhale. Looks like the only reason my face is still hot is because of the hot tea.

As I sit between them and stroke Buddy with his head on my lap, I feel a fuzzy gaze and raise my face. Mark's long finger snaps at my forehead and gently strokes his reddish forehead as he bumps into it.

"... sorry. That hurt."

Heh, Mark's forehead is turning red, too. It kind of made me laugh when we were looking at each other with our fingers on our foreheads.

"Don't laugh. It's so confusing right now."

As troubled as he was, he laughed and said, Mark put down his tea and held his head with both hands. After doing so while I took my three slow sips of tea, I exhale loudly and look straight at this one.

I'm glad this guy looks happy, too. I knew you were anxious to see how it would react. I'm glad you're not denied and happy. I stared straight back and my eyes were gentle.

"Okay, I'm calm. Talk to me."

I nodded and put the cup back on the table.

From the time of your amulet at the first clinic, John, I spoke in turn. Even if I told you, I always used my palm to brush it.

"Has anyone else told Lady Adelaide?

He seemed kind of happy that Mark was the first... is that right? If you want to give it a try, say you thought it was Mark or Mr. Hugh, and they said Hugh was superfluous. Yeah, 'cause I'm not in charge.

Oh, I stroked Buddy saying I tried it first just for Buddy, and that's fine. Mark's criteria.

"Ultimately, we'll have to look into the relationship with the magic of the example forest, so we can ask Hugh... but I don't know what else to do."

Sounds terrible. Well, forehead. Hey. In the meantime, John, I tried this because I was forever with you, but I just don't get it.

I see, and I put my hand on my chin and thought a little bit about Mark and then tried a lot of things for a while...... really a lot. Hey, already, yeah. No. Haven't you enjoyed it on the way, Mark? At least I did so much to keep my forehead stuck that I'd never feel ashamed again. Yeah.

In the end, it was possible to confirm that "only during contact between foreheads", "the words I uttered" and "are communicated to the other person". I was relieved that no magic seemed to be used as far as the mark could be solved, and that I could not feel any particular physical strain on the recipient. Speaking of which, now. Though I thought it would be okay there because of how you are, John.

And it doesn't seem to convey everything I think, only words that come out of my mouth properly with me talking to them. So if you whine small, it's small, if you sing, there's a song.

And instead of being heard as a sound, they communicate it in a way that sounds directly into your head. Well, I'm convinced you are because you're not actually making any noise. But is that my voice, someone else's voice?

"I can't compare it because I've never heard Margaret's original voice... but I guess the impression is your voice, It's not very expensive and feels calm. It's a little different when you sing, it's like you're singing to a child."

Though Mark laughs dull, because the best songs are just for toddlers. Oh, it's "Kira Ra Star" I sang. I sang in Japanese and English. It was a little like the nursery rhymes in this country that Tanya and Ray sang to me.

I just sang and realized, but strangely enough, both Japanese and English, every word over there changes to this one at will when it comes out of my mouth. I think this thought right now is probably our word too.

I wonder if I can hear and understand the real Japanese now. Though I found out a little more about the distance between Japanese and this word when I was just here, it's just these words lately.

This way, I wonder if Japanese will gradually disappear from inside me... just remember. I wonder if that's why my name was wordless from the beginning.

After a little thought, Mark's hand was on his cheek.

"Are you tired? I'm sorry, I made it impossible with this."

I shake my head and respond to the look I see caring for. Because I wanted to know too. I grinned and looked into my eyes to reassure her... yes. I didn't say anything important.

I forgot to tell you, I take his palm off my cheek and write it with my finger. Put your hands on Mark's cheek from me, pull him in, and gently forehead him again.

Welcome back, Dr. Daniel's son.

Though it doesn't make any difference that you two are like real fathers and sons even if you don't bother to adopt them. I think it is important and valuable for the edges tied together by the mind to be shown in a visible way.

After Mark was a little surprised, he smiled like a child and hugged me. Today, it's just the first look I see. I feel like they're showing me the treasure I hid in every one of them.

"... thanks to you, Margaret"

Though I didn't know what I owed it to. Mark didn't loosen his arms holding me until Buddy pulled me on the hem.

There was something in my inner pocket of clothes that hit my clavicle with a trick when I left. Apparently Mark remembered its existence with that too. Pounded the thin carton I took out over my hand.

"... I forgot too. Damn, I was going to surprise you today. This one just startled me."

No, I'm surprised enough. It's kind of adorable to have a mark that makes you laugh less than full but look a little dissatisfied. You're always treating me like a child, so sometimes it's okay. So, what's this?

"Souvenirs. Souvenir stories are slow again later. Because today wasn't the time."

I am prompted to gently attach my hand to the lid of the carton. When I opened it, there was a cloth on the inside of the box, which contained a small shake of hair clasp.

Wow... beautiful. I sighed unexpectedly. In a comb-like fashion, with delicate decorations of fine width along the edges. The pattern of silvercraftsmanship, not overly glossy, carved like knitted in lace, is a small flower on the gilt. My preference is right in the middle of the ball.

Three randomly scattered blue stones around flowers similar to Jasmine. Similar to the color of Mark's eyes. What about this, sapphire?

... No, wait, it's not like giving this to a “souvenir"?

After eight years in the department store, you get along with people in the jewelry store. Not only do I interact with the jewellery people on the ground floor, but I also interact with the jewellery people on the top floor because of the pearl connection, and only I, the eyes, are fat. Plus my survey of Adelaide's many but good quality ornaments tells me this is real.

There is no flashness in the kinglikin when you look at it all the time, but it is called the polite making of the gold, this small but radiant stone.

"Because Aoyama" Okugu "is said to be a shielding stone. You should wear it."

I knew it was a sapphire. Mark, who looks up surprised and tells me nothing, slipped it all over the back of my hair as I picked up the hair clasp from the box to make it my half-ups. I looked at it satisfactorily, looked good, and squirmed happily.

What an unintentional blow.

No, wait, really, if it's not a light gift like giving it to your freshly dating lover, then this, that, me, lover is fine, right? Oh, come on, lover... do it, something itchy!? No, it's beautiful, I'm happy, but if I drop it and lose it, I'll definitely cry, so I can wear it.

"Because I'll give it to you again when I drop it. Give it up and wear it every day."

They read my complexion again.

I laughed funny and took a breath of my hand stroking my cheek.... Thanks, I'll take care of it. They drop a kiss at that fingertip that says:

"Yeah. I'm glad you did that"

Mark wrapping my hair around a room finger with the opposite hand and smiling satisfactorily...... already. I wonder how sweet it will be, this guy.

I don't have to look. I carried a perfectly cold cup of tea into my mouth in an attempt to cool my reddened face.

Then Mark pulled me back to the living room and told Master Adelaide and the teacher about my situation.

Or maybe Mark explained, and I just stuck my forehead together and talked a word. Master Adelaide doesn't cry, and when I saw it, I would cry too, and then I knew that Master Adelaide was a loose end, and the teacher and Mark, who stayed until the two crying afterwards settled down, were totally late on their way home, and I was going to stay tonight.

"From Mark? Beautiful. It suits Margaret very well."

When I was splitting up to support the beds in the room, Lady Adelaide closed her eyes to my hair fastening.

"Oh... an orange flower. Hehe, being quick."

I thought it was Jasmine. Or "Beatles". The orange tree is near the backyard forest, but I wonder if you've seen any flowers? By the time I realized it, it was already fruitful. The flowers don't look very familiar to me... Dear Adelaide, that sounds like fun.

"Hey, Margaret. Orange flowers, bride flowers."

... Yes?

"Men give it to their fiancées, they use it for wedding bouquets and crowns."

…………… yes, yes?

"I don't know about the young kids today, but they were when I was younger.

Margaret came here before spring. I'd be glad to have you with me for a little longer, wouldn't I? At least until next year, when real orange flowers bloom. "

……………………………

I laugh a little mischievously and see this one. Master Adelaide looks like a lot of fun.

I nodded holding my reddish cheeks to the point where I didn't know how many times today.