Ëmie walked back to the tower alone. The discussion with Lady Fluffy had made a strange feeling in her heart. She felt relieved to be understood, but on the other hand, she was measuring the extent of her situation. Her words were still echoing in Ëmie's mind, "You have to learn how to love and pleasure yourself, because nobody will do it. In their eyes, you will always be a child." The young one sighed deeply and held tight the book Fluffy eventually gave her.
It was a carnet of notes, something from another time. Ëmie didn't pay attention to it yet, she waited to be back at the tower to read it, but the tree she passed next to was tempting and she decided to sit under its branches to read a few pages of it. She was surprised when she opened the leather lace to realize that it was not a carnet of notes as she initially thought.
