"As do I! I do think I did a suitable job under your direction." Yotsuyu gave a rather pleased smile to Eleven--yes, even smug! She couldn't help but feel more than a bit of pride in her work.
"But do not think I forgot you--a complete impossibility! I did take a bit of liberty, though..." She glanced at Hendrik as well, brows arching. "And it is more than fitting that you are here, considering what I have inscribed here."
The pendant she offers Eleven is frosted teal-blue, but it does not bear the sigil of the Luminary. Instead, it has delicate script etched in black. It might remind one of kanji, were they familiar with such a thing. She leans in, setting it down so they both can look closer at it.
"This script is Yanxian--the kana say 'beloved son' in the Doman dialect. I...hope that I have not overstepped my bounds, here." Yotsuyu was not really afraid of that, but if she had, Eleven could always secret the chain in his room.
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"But do not think I forgot you--a complete impossibility! I did take a bit of liberty, though..." She glanced at Hendrik as well, brows arching. "And it is more than fitting that you are here, considering what I have inscribed here."
The pendant she offers Eleven is frosted teal-blue, but it does not bear the sigil of the Luminary. Instead, it has delicate script etched in black. It might remind one of kanji, were they familiar with such a thing. She leans in, setting it down so they both can look closer at it.
"This script is Yanxian--the kana say 'beloved son' in the Doman dialect. I...hope that I have not overstepped my bounds, here." Yotsuyu was not really afraid of that, but if she had, Eleven could always secret the chain in his room.