[ Demacia is basically fantasy Great Britain so she's just about as clueless as he is with this as he is.
When asked to write a wish during the Festivale de la Ceinturonne, Lux was unsure of what to write. For something like that, writing one's wishes on a slip of paper and tying them to a tree... it seemed a bit odd. But she played along, writing something that, at the time, seemed to make sense:
"I want to shine for all of them."
Because it was truly how she felt.
And it wasn't that Lux had changed her mind, she still felt strongly about that, but somehow that wish seemed... incomplete, and a bit narrow in scope.
But now... Even if this sort of thing was still unfamiliar, she knew what she would write now.
So when he suggested they write one together, even holding up the pen for emphasis, she couldn't help but feel absolutely tickled by the idea. That girlish grin only growing as she moved a bit closer, holding her hand out. ]
Only if you let me write them.
[ Because really, Allen, your handwriting was terrible, and not even the mightiest of deities would be able to decipher his scrawl. ]
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Demacia is basically fantasy Great Britain so she's just about as clueless as he is with this as he is.When asked to write a wish during the Festivale de la Ceinturonne, Lux was unsure of what to write. For something like that, writing one's wishes on a slip of paper and tying them to a tree... it seemed a bit odd. But she played along, writing something that, at the time, seemed to make sense:
"I want to shine for all of them."
Because it was truly how she felt.
And it wasn't that Lux had changed her mind, she still felt strongly about that, but somehow that wish seemed... incomplete, and a bit narrow in scope.
But now... Even if this sort of thing was still unfamiliar, she knew what she would write now.
So when he suggested they write one together, even holding up the pen for emphasis, she couldn't help but feel absolutely tickled by the idea. That girlish grin only growing as she moved a bit closer, holding her hand out. ]
Only if you let me write them.
[ Because really, Allen, your handwriting was terrible, and not even the mightiest of deities would be able to decipher his scrawl. ]