The universe is full of magical things
Although her mom has told her the history of Dygra and the ancients, Knell likes to think that their goddess is different than the others - special. She's the mother of ancients, the goddess of chaos and entropy, her mom. Of course she can be woken up, even if it's by gods and deals.
Knell, on the other hand, can be woken simply by the scent of searing blood or pancakes. Perhaps Ghilio is more similar to her in that way, and she tilts her head, wondering what foods a spriggan might like. She admittedly doesn't know much about them, but if they live in the forest, she makes the educated guess, "Maybe nuts and berries?" Her tail dances thoughtfully behind her, eyes alternating between Asta and what information she can gather from the world around them. "We could leave a trail to a big pile of it?" A 'trap' might not be the right word, but something to entice the god, nonetheless.
Knell, on the other hand, can be woken simply by the scent of searing blood or pancakes. Perhaps Ghilio is more similar to her in that way, and she tilts her head, wondering what foods a spriggan might like. She admittedly doesn't know much about them, but if they live in the forest, she makes the educated guess, "Maybe nuts and berries?" Her tail dances thoughtfully behind her, eyes alternating between Asta and what information she can gather from the world around them. "We could leave a trail to a big pile of it?" A 'trap' might not be the right word, but something to entice the god, nonetheless.
Knell
patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.
