Hm. Quanil tried again. Gently, they asked, "Your mama is Safrin, herald of Vi, God of Life, right?" They resumed their lantern-making. Lanterns didn't make themselves - or, at least, they'd never heard of such a thing happening. Wouldn't put it past them though. Mostly, Quanil was trying to play it cool, be casual.
This was not something Quanil was good at.
Maybe she's just named after THE Safrin?
They kept up their lantern-making, securing the cylinder and starting to cut out the seashell shapes they'd drawn. They still would have liked a conch shell shape, but that was probably a lost cause.
This was not something Quanil was good at.
Maybe she's just named after THE Safrin?
They kept up their lantern-making, securing the cylinder and starting to cut out the seashell shapes they'd drawn. They still would have liked a conch shell shape, but that was probably a lost cause.
