Cool guys don't look at explosions, even if they're imaginary
Edmund giggles as he leans into his mum, happy to hear that Safrin would likely enjoy seeing him again. Maybe if he was extra good and brought her something he could get another hug? As Maeve suspects, Edmund resolves to call the goddess Lady Safrin. It's only fitting to him. The goddess is his mum's favorite, the one who made her queen. And if his mummy was a queen, how could he simply call the goddess by her first name? It wasn't proper!
Leaning into his mum's hand as she plays with his hair, Edmund looks up curiously. "Anything that has meaning behind it? Like a handmade gift?" The child was capable of picking flowers but jewelry and perfume were beyond his means after all. Maybe he could make something? But bringing flowers would also be good. "Mummy? Will you help me pick some flowers for Lady Safrin, to give her when the quest is over?"
Leaning into his mum's hand as she plays with his hair, Edmund looks up curiously. "Anything that has meaning behind it? Like a handmade gift?" The child was capable of picking flowers but jewelry and perfume were beyond his means after all. Maybe he could make something? But bringing flowers would also be good. "Mummy? Will you help me pick some flowers for Lady Safrin, to give her when the quest is over?"
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