The universe is full of magical things
The mention of his new status earns the brightest smile yet, rivaling the wings with how the expression dazzles. "Right! You're like my brother now!" Knell's tiny had grabs at his coat, red stains sure to follow. "What cool magics did she give you?" He's older and stronger, so obviously that would be reflected in the abilities he has, just like his new title: The Butcher. So cool.
While she gushes over his awesomeness, Knell finishes with the berries, spreading them with a careless precision that can only be understood by a child's chaotic mind. She just hopes it works, inspecting the various elements that might catch the god's attention. "Warmer weather sounds great. Jackets are heavy," she mutters, flapping her arms and the thick material that covers them. With any luck, Torchline will be warm enough for her to shed a few layers for the first time.
While she gushes over his awesomeness, Knell finishes with the berries, spreading them with a careless precision that can only be understood by a child's chaotic mind. She just hopes it works, inspecting the various elements that might catch the god's attention. "Warmer weather sounds great. Jackets are heavy," she mutters, flapping her arms and the thick material that covers them. With any luck, Torchline will be warm enough for her to shed a few layers for the first time.
Knell
patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.
