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There was a flower sprouting from the Fount of Knowledge’s pillow.
How... intriguing. The Fount hadn’t even realized they were capable of crying, let alone sprouting flowers from their tears. And over such a simple thing, too. A mere few droplets of navy blood spilling down their forearm? It was pathetic. The sting didn't make them feel as real as they would have liked, but it was certainly better than their mind's haze from earlier. Time should not be spent drifting off into a mental void, and pain was one of the only things that snapped them back out of it, as unpleasant as the method may be. With as much information as their mind carried, it was easy to get lost for hours, occasionally days. And for a Virtue like themself, that just wouldn't do.
They stared at the flower in a mix of wonder and irritation. Virtues didn’t cry, mortals cried. Mortals, with their menial problems and short lifespans. Fount had never understood how someone could be satisfied with that little time to learn. There was always something new, something to be found, questioned, recorded.
Which brought them back to the strange little bloom. The Virtue had never seen anything quite like it. It had a delicate shape, similar to a bell with round points, and if Fount squinted, it looked almost like a crown. There was a strange kind of beauty to it, almost ethereal. Perhaps they would ask Sugar about it at the next Virtue meeting, as she might have seen the blooms in her Garden.
Fount sighed, standing up and pulling a bit of galaxy matter from the ceiling of their Spire, then weaving it into a little flowerpot. They placed the flower in the pot, set it down on one of the small areas of their quarters that wasn’t covered in scrolls or papers, then made their way back to their work. They couldn’t spend that much precious time on something as trivial as a flower.