It's a good thing Lup ducked away before Ren had to shoo her off with the only tool in her arsenal-a handful of dirt, which she wasn't going to throw at her per say, but also? No peeking. That's the law, you chaotic elves. Their distracting voices occasionally pulls her away from her frantic digging session because they did make her proud. Pride is radiating throughout her whole body right now. They got older, on their own, with their own elven power. It's incredible.
Taako's final comment is what gets her to knock her hand against the side of the tent to get their attention. "You won't get too old. Even if you look like a grandpa, I'll say 'I'm proud of you. Good job, Uncle Taako'-that's what I'll do."
How do elves age even? Will he look like an old man next year? Will it take months? 2000 months? Will they all wake up one day to a saggy eyed wizard? Elves are a mystery, but her pride at their growth is eternal and unyielding. And wouldn't you know it-the terrible things in question are dug up and she hurries back to the tent inhabitants. Are you ready? For this?
It's horrible.
Which is to say, she finally hands over Taako's birthday stick, covered with pretty seashells and a single silver bullet. Because she makes great trades and don't question where her shit comes from. It's pretty. Happy birthday. If there's ever a question about who took the glue, the answer is probably pretty evident by now. Hide the jar or levitate it out of her reach.
As for what she dug up, surprise, it's garbage. One day she'll learn to appreciate these nice elves with actual items that aren't cat paw gloves. One day, not today. The point is she did her best and both giggly heathens are handed, what looks like, a paper wrapped ball of something.
If Taako unwraps his horrible gift, he's going to find a mixture of white and indigo-ish petals, bits of seaglass, a bunch of smooth stones that caught her eye and something that looks suspiciously like cumin. The paper around this garbage potpourri has a horrible drawing of Taako, surrounded by stars, multiple pointy hats and a full moon.
That something for Lup is an assorted variety of red colored items-dried red flower petals, red tinted rocks, specks of cayenne and the paper it's wrapped in has a terrible doodle of her aunt under a shining sun with fire everywhere.
Anyway, it's bad. Take her treasures and look at her face? She's so proud of them? And so happy?
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Taako's final comment is what gets her to knock her hand against the side of the tent to get their attention. "You won't get too old. Even if you look like a grandpa, I'll say 'I'm proud of you. Good job, Uncle Taako'-that's what I'll do."
How do elves age even? Will he look like an old man next year? Will it take months? 2000 months? Will they all wake up one day to a saggy eyed wizard? Elves are a mystery, but her pride at their growth is eternal and unyielding. And wouldn't you know it-the terrible things in question are dug up and she hurries back to the tent inhabitants. Are you ready? For this?
It's horrible.
Which is to say, she finally hands over Taako's birthday stick, covered with pretty seashells and a single silver bullet. Because she makes great trades and don't question where her shit comes from. It's pretty. Happy birthday. If there's ever a question about who took the glue, the answer is probably pretty evident by now. Hide the jar or levitate it out of her reach.
As for what she dug up, surprise, it's garbage. One day she'll learn to appreciate these nice elves with actual items that aren't cat paw gloves. One day, not today. The point is she did her best and both giggly heathens are handed, what looks like, a paper wrapped ball of something.
If Taako unwraps his horrible gift, he's going to find a mixture of white and indigo-ish petals, bits of seaglass, a bunch of smooth stones that caught her eye and something that looks suspiciously like cumin. The paper around this garbage potpourri has a horrible drawing of Taako, surrounded by stars, multiple pointy hats and a full moon.
That something for Lup is an assorted variety of red colored items-dried red flower petals, red tinted rocks, specks of cayenne and the paper it's wrapped in has a terrible doodle of her aunt under a shining sun with fire everywhere.
Anyway, it's bad. Take her treasures and look at her face? She's so proud of them? And so happy?