[ Siffrin's eye glows as his hand raises out of habit, flipping through the small gallery of images he'd saved. The one he sends to Sampo is of a windowsill, where three things once sat: a somewhat misshapen paper crane, a black cat bearing a white face, socks, and hat all the same, and a similarly monochrome flower perched in a vase facing outside. ]
I'm a traveller, too, after all. So... he probably had some idea, even if, um. It wasn't exactly that. Maybe. Little things... matter, to us.
[ They'd decided to deal with Sampo on behalf of him, after all. They'd done their best to settle tempers and keep everyone in good spirits despite their dislike of the limelight and poor resolution skills. They'd helped to put together a cauldron born of Elysium's mind, even if no one would ever know. There's a lot that could tell that aggravating bird how much he meant to Siffrin, which is embarrassing anyway. ]
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[ Siffrin's eye glows as his hand raises out of habit, flipping through the small gallery of images he'd saved. The one he sends to Sampo is of a windowsill, where three things once sat: a somewhat misshapen paper crane, a black cat bearing a white face, socks, and hat all the same, and a similarly monochrome flower perched in a vase facing outside. ]
I'm a traveller, too, after all. So... he probably had some idea, even if, um. It wasn't exactly that. Maybe. Little things... matter, to us.
[ They'd decided to deal with Sampo on behalf of him, after all. They'd done their best to settle tempers and keep everyone in good spirits despite their dislike of the limelight and poor resolution skills. They'd helped to put together a cauldron born of Elysium's mind, even if no one would ever know. There's a lot that could tell that aggravating bird how much he meant to Siffrin, which is embarrassing anyway. ]