The slip is too quick to inspire a reaction, luckily; they've shot off ledges in panic all on their own before. They manage to stay steady where they are, for Lemm to grab or lean on or ignore.
After, they turn and offer Seer a deeper bow. They tried to do as much each visit. They owe their life to her, technically; a rare thing, matched by Hornet alone in a time even before returning to Hallownest.
They'd never written to her before, however. Not to anyone. That count is still lower than the population of Dirtmouth.
They walk into the room at a careful pace--they already have their small letter prepared, but the predicted Winged Sentry jars them anyway.
(That she turns to look at them with eyes that hold nothing--they're too busy pulling out paper to notice.)
Greetings, Seer. I am the Knight, this is Lemm Relic Seeker Lemm. We have some things to ask, but I would like to request privacy if possible first. And you may do the same. They're fairly sure Lemm won't mind. Or at least won't protest. They let him look at it first anyway; he's a fast reader.
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After, they turn and offer Seer a deeper bow. They tried to do as much each visit. They owe their life to her, technically; a rare thing, matched by Hornet alone in a time even before returning to Hallownest.
They'd never written to her before, however. Not to anyone. That count is still lower than the population of Dirtmouth.
They walk into the room at a careful pace--they already have their small letter prepared, but the predicted Winged Sentry jars them anyway.
(That she turns to look at them with eyes that hold nothing--they're too busy pulling out paper to notice.)
Greetings, Seer. I am the Knight, this is
LemmRelic Seeker Lemm. We have some things to ask, but I would like to request privacy if possible first. And you may do the same. They're fairly sure Lemm won't mind. Or at least won't protest. They let him look at it first anyway; he's a fast reader.