WISHING WELL — LANTERN WISHES

[ADAKIAS]

THIS IS THE END

SYLVINA ROUX CIPHER — FEMALE — THE TYPHOON — MINNOW

Despite her keen sense of hearing and youthful speed, it would appear that Sylvina would gather upon the scene quite a while after her crewmates. In other circumstances she might have scolded herself for being late, however it was no bother being that she was more focused on the task at hand being involved with these weirdly shaped boxes. What were they? The young Bengal would observe her father and clan as they began tinkering with the foreign objects, seeming to write scribbles on the glowing sides. The word "Lantern" was thrown around a few times between the chattering creatures and the kit would declare within her mind that these things were none of other than that peculiar word. What was its purpose besides writing upon it? She'd begin padding throughout her clanmates with viridescent eyes taking in the setting.

Everyone seemed hard at work and sure of what they were doing. Since she was late, the initiation of words from Pincher hadn't reached her ears on what the purpose of the craft was. Sylvina would never stoop herself down to ask, though. Instead she would continue observing as everyone indulged themselves within their lanterns. Some talked with others, some were writing on another crewmate's lantern for them, and some were just completely silent and concentrated completely on themselves. Whatever was going on the young kit could conclude that it was a measure of seriousness.

Grabbing a lantern of her own, Sylvina would march up towards Pincher before releasing the object from her tiny jowls. "Can you write on this for me?" She'd ask in a hushed voice to her father. It was understandable that Sylvie couldn't read or write, yet she would never admit it or show herself asking for help in front of others.

#psychosocial.