"...I guess that makes as much sense as anything else that's happened today."
Griffin is familiar with magic world stuff. He knows how this goes.
"Hmm. I would love to have my sword. And my shield, that would be good too..." For some reason, he feels compelled to reach up and pat at his lapel, right where Daisy customarily likes to hide under his waistcoat. When he doesn't feel the figurine, his heart leaps into his throat. He peels back the wet silk and peers between the waistcoat and his shirt. Maybe she just moved...? Sometimes she'll get tired of clinging to his shirt and tuck herself into his shirt pocket. But no, he doesn't see the amethyst spider figurine at all.
"Daisy?" He starts frantically patting himself down, and probably looks like an absolute nutjob in the process. He stares down at the rocky shore and looks quickly left and right as he pats, searching for even just a glimpse of purple. When he sees nothing and his tactile search also comes up with nothing, he looks back up at Zelgadis. "Have you seen a spider figurine? She's purple, and about as big as my palm. and she always sticks like glue to my shirt, I don't know how I could have lost her - !"
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Griffin is familiar with magic world stuff. He knows how this goes.
"Hmm. I would love to have my sword. And my shield, that would be good too..." For some reason, he feels compelled to reach up and pat at his lapel, right where Daisy customarily likes to hide under his waistcoat. When he doesn't feel the figurine, his heart leaps into his throat. He peels back the wet silk and peers between the waistcoat and his shirt. Maybe she just moved...? Sometimes she'll get tired of clinging to his shirt and tuck herself into his shirt pocket. But no, he doesn't see the amethyst spider figurine at all.
"Daisy?" He starts frantically patting himself down, and probably looks like an absolute nutjob in the process. He stares down at the rocky shore and looks quickly left and right as he pats, searching for even just a glimpse of purple. When he sees nothing and his tactile search also comes up with nothing, he looks back up at Zelgadis. "Have you seen a spider figurine? She's purple, and about as big as my palm. and she always sticks like glue to my shirt, I don't know how I could have lost her - !"