[ They are standing in front of the shop, loitering, which Zelda realizes as she looks around the street as she listens to the girl's voice. It is, she imagines, not something they should be doing, so she nods in acknowledge before beginning a slow pace, walking with the hope that her ordinary savior might follow her. She grips the bowl in her hands, daintily and reverently, so as not to risk making it any less than it is.
Then, after a moment of silent consideration, she poses a simple question. ]
I'm not familiar with that term. "Hanakotoba..." What does it have to do with flowers?
[ There is nothing in her mind that drags any familiarity to the forefront in regards to it. She simply doesn't know it, but she's interested in whatever it is. ]
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Then, after a moment of silent consideration, she poses a simple question. ]
I'm not familiar with that term. "Hanakotoba..." What does it have to do with flowers?
[ There is nothing in her mind that drags any familiarity to the forefront in regards to it. She simply doesn't know it, but she's interested in whatever it is. ]