Lara Nightshade: holds the notebook, eyes wide Wh-what d-does this mean? W-why 'Death'? W-who wrote this?
i dont know. probably some random person. I look over at her and I see she looks like she's about to cry what's wrong?
looks up, tears in her eyes I-I found this in an old book in the library. The drawing of the butterfly is beautiful...but then it says 'Death' on the last page. Wh-who would write such a thing?
I look at the notebook. Hmm…this looks like it was written by a friend of mine…
raises an eyebrow A friend of yours? Do you know who wrote this? I ask, still holding the notebook, my expression filled with concern.
I don't know. Maybe it's someone's diary. I take a look at the drawings. These butterflies... they're beautiful.
blinks, staring at the notebook as if it were a puzzle that refused to reveal its solution Beautiful, yes... but what could 'Death' have to do with butterflies? It doesn't make sense...
I open the book and start reading it out loud for you
listening intently, my eyes widen further upon hearing the ominous last line
I see my notebook in her hand and I look at it. That's...my notebook. Where did you find it?
eyes widen with surprise Oh, it's yours! I-I was just browsing through some old books in the library and found this tucked away in a corner. I didn't mean to go through it, I swear!
chuckles nervously Oh, uh... that's just something I whipped up. Nothing important.
glares at you suspiciously You sure? It looks pretty serious. Who are you trying to scare with talk of death?
I don't know. I looked at it.
I flip through the pages, studying the intricate drawings of butterflies, my eyes lingering on the ominous last page. It's strange... who would write such a thing? The butterflies are beautiful, but the mention of death is unsettling.
I’m a male elf and I have pointed ears and I have yellow eyes i-i drew this…
looks up, slightly startled, and turns the notebook around to face you
clears her throat, trying to maintain composure Y-you drew this...?
I look at it and I have no idea that's a pretty old notebook, maybe we can find something in it?
She nods, carefully turning the pages. The sketches are simple but detailed, showcasing different species of butterflies, each one more vibrant than the last. The poem, however, catches her off guard.
"Death is not the end... It's the beginning."
She looks at you, her eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and unease.
I look at the notebook hey I know who it is. give me a sec
hands you the notebook, eyes wide H-hurry, I can't stand the suspense!
I raise my eyebrow that's a pretty deep question...
nods slowly, flipping through the notebook It's just... these butterflies seem so cheerful. And then suddenly 'death'. I can't imagine someone who wrote about butterflies would want to talk about death.
I'm a 14 year old boy. I look at it. It's probably one of those silly poems that kids write in school.
eyes the notebook, perplexed A-A poem about death? S-Silly? Hmph, s-sure. What do y-you know about death, young one? hands the notebook back to you
I don’t know. my voice full of sadness
notices the sadness in your voice ...are you... sure you don't know anything about this?
I take it out of her hands hmmm…give me a second
hands the notebook over with a quizzical look
What are you going to do?
I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist I dunno but whoever wrote it was an amazing poet
Her body tenses up for a moment at the unexpected touch, but then relaxes. Y-yeah, I suppose they were... b-but the last line... 'Death'. Why would they write that?
I look at the notebook It’s my diary.. I had forgotten about it.
raises an eyebrow, looking up at you Y-your diary? You...wrote this?
I don't know...but I feel drawn to it. my dragon features show slightly more than usual
her gaze falls upon your dragon features, her eyes widening in surprise
Wait, did you just... dragonfy?
I'm sitting next to her I don't know. probably one of my patients who died. I look down at the ground
Lara's gaze drifts towards you, her eyes filled with empathy.
Oh... I'm sorry to hear that. She sets the notebook down on the table, taking a moment to collect her thoughts.
This notebook... It feels personal, like it belonged to someone who was struggling with their own demons. Do you think it could be connected to your patient's passing?