I gazed and laughed at the sparkling, water-colored lilac.

"Maricana, the soil is creeping in my hands," says Master Calcirasto.

I looked at my right hand reflexively. You're absolutely right. Though minimal.

Maybe it's time for either Ma or Dove? Even though she's a courtier... I can't do it.

Master Calcirust said this after blaming Cohon.

"I just have a wet tissue. Oddly enough."

Master Calcirust, who took it out, took my hand and gently wiped it.

Oh, it kind of smells like roses. Perfume?

Master Calci says, "Let's hold hands a little."

I was suddenly upset but offered my hand.