The universe is full of magical things
Piling plenty of pastry and dessert options, she's not overly concerned about Aithne's uncertainty about which ones have coffee. If they do, she'll pass them off to the adults in the group and save the other sweet treats for herself. The colorful cookie sandwich looking things appear especially delicious.
She brightens when the woman asks after her book, eager to share the knowledge she's found while adding a few more pieces to the pile on her plate. "There are too many names to remember them all but foxglove and - "
Before she can launch into the other intriguing plants she's read about in the illustrated book, Finch presses in on the ancient's other side, drawing her attention away from their conversation. Knell tilts her head, suspicion tickling at her thoughts without reason. It feels like a strange interaction, the contact too casual and the words too playful for strangers, but she can't put her finger on what it is. Perhaps they know each other, or maybe people outside of the Grounds act differently. She doesn't have enough clues to figure it out yet.
Knell glances down at her overflowing plate then back up to the pair that doesn't appear to notice her. She should just take her spoils to her mom and their friends, trying all the delicious bites at her fingertips; but she lingers, trying to observe the exchange so she might piece together the puzzle she's found.
She brightens when the woman asks after her book, eager to share the knowledge she's found while adding a few more pieces to the pile on her plate. "There are too many names to remember them all but foxglove and - "
Before she can launch into the other intriguing plants she's read about in the illustrated book, Finch presses in on the ancient's other side, drawing her attention away from their conversation. Knell tilts her head, suspicion tickling at her thoughts without reason. It feels like a strange interaction, the contact too casual and the words too playful for strangers, but she can't put her finger on what it is. Perhaps they know each other, or maybe people outside of the Grounds act differently. She doesn't have enough clues to figure it out yet.
Knell glances down at her overflowing plate then back up to the pair that doesn't appear to notice her. She should just take her spoils to her mom and their friends, trying all the delicious bites at her fingertips; but she lingers, trying to observe the exchange so she might piece together the puzzle she's found.
Knell
patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.
