[That draws a much-needed laugh out of her, pulling Benedikta out of her thoughts and the old memories. She wondered if they would be lost and weathered by time, but she recalls the day that she met them just as clearly now, as if it were yesterday. Could it be this place helping her remember easier? Or had she cherished them more than she thought...?
Either way, the two of them continue to write, with Rolf and Tore at the end, both with equally fond memories. She'd learned a lot from them, too, especially in the later years. Were it not for them, she might not be as good a scout or a spy as she had been.
Together, they tie the paper to the tree, and Benedikta closes her eyes to the breeze that rustles the leaves and branches. Maybe, somewhere in the universe, they had heard their well wishes.
And just when it looks like they may be finished...]
There is... one more, Cidolfus.
[... She has one piece of paper left, and she holds it with a weight in her shoulders, her voice tense.]
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Either way, the two of them continue to write, with Rolf and Tore at the end, both with equally fond memories. She'd learned a lot from them, too, especially in the later years. Were it not for them, she might not be as good a scout or a spy as she had been.
Together, they tie the paper to the tree, and Benedikta closes her eyes to the breeze that rustles the leaves and branches. Maybe, somewhere in the universe, they had heard their well wishes.
And just when it looks like they may be finished...]
There is... one more, Cidolfus.
[... She has one piece of paper left, and she holds it with a weight in her shoulders, her voice tense.]