[ They lean forward as much as they're able to with the much larger, heavier nail in their lap, trying to convey through body language their silent attention.
Yes, they're looking. It's nice.
...They have an idea.
Dream or not, they know exactly what they carry, and that includes the crumbled remains of food. They rustle under their cloak for a handful of crumbs, and then wave with their free hand to get their sibling's attention.
They sprinkle the food out onto the ground in front of them, leaving a little in their hand, even trailing some onto the Hollow Knight's weapon. The fireflies descend; the much smaller insects settling down to feed, little lights in the grass and on the nail and even a few on their hand, appearing like magic.
They tilt their head, inquisitive. Would they like to try? ]
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Yes, they're looking. It's nice.
...They have an idea.
Dream or not, they know exactly what they carry, and that includes the crumbled remains of food. They rustle under their cloak for a handful of crumbs, and then wave with their free hand to get their sibling's attention.
They sprinkle the food out onto the ground in front of them, leaving a little in their hand, even trailing some onto the Hollow Knight's weapon. The fireflies descend; the much smaller insects settling down to feed, little lights in the grass and on the nail and even a few on their hand, appearing like magic.
They tilt their head, inquisitive. Would they like to try? ]