The universe is full of magical things
Once her feet are back on the ground, Knell gazes adoringly up at the colorful streams of light, the wings refracting the gemstone colors in all directions. Despite the various shades and hues of the forest, she has no doubt that the vibrancy will attract anyone's attention - hopefully even that of a sleeping god.
Beaming under Asta's praise, she turns her smile to him. "We make a good team!" But they aren't done yet, and Knell shoves her hands into her bulging pockets to pull at the handful of berries. Some spill onto the forest floor, but the majority are cupped in her palms when she lifts them to tangling system of roots at the base of the tree. Their smell is strong where a few have broken, painting her fingers red again when she displays them in a pile that will certainly look enticing to any weary or drowsy soul.
More berries tumble from her pockets when she stands, the tan color of the jacket staining. "How will we know if it works?" she wonders aloud, pursing her lips when she looks upon the trap offering, from the shimmering wings to the clusters of sweetness. Would they ever know if it succeeds? Should they come back and check later?
Beaming under Asta's praise, she turns her smile to him. "We make a good team!" But they aren't done yet, and Knell shoves her hands into her bulging pockets to pull at the handful of berries. Some spill onto the forest floor, but the majority are cupped in her palms when she lifts them to tangling system of roots at the base of the tree. Their smell is strong where a few have broken, painting her fingers red again when she displays them in a pile that will certainly look enticing to any weary or drowsy soul.
More berries tumble from her pockets when she stands, the tan color of the jacket staining. "How will we know if it works?" she wonders aloud, pursing her lips when she looks upon the trap offering, from the shimmering wings to the clusters of sweetness. Would they ever know if it succeeds? Should they come back and check later?
Knell
patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.
