[ It doesn't surprise her much that Dokja would forget his own birthday too; he doesn't seem like the type for the limelight.
But right, the candles. She doesn't put much stock in superstition, but in this moment she can't say no to the prospect of a free wish, however slim it is. She folds her hands in prayer — a habit she still practices before meals, even though she hasn't believed in God for a long time. She closes her eyes, brow knit in concentration.
It won't be a secret that she's wishing with all her heart that Eustace will miraculously show up on their doorstep in the near future, or at the very least that he's safe wherever he is. Even as the candles become precipitously short, she takes her time to pour her hope into this single wish.
Finally when she feels she's infused a proper amount of birthday power into the cake, she carefully blows the candles out. She's learned that symbolism can contain real magical power, so she can't take the process too lightly. With all that done, she looks to the gift waiting nearby. ]
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But right, the candles. She doesn't put much stock in superstition, but in this moment she can't say no to the prospect of a free wish, however slim it is. She folds her hands in prayer — a habit she still practices before meals, even though she hasn't believed in God for a long time. She closes her eyes, brow knit in concentration.
It won't be a secret that she's wishing with all her heart that Eustace will miraculously show up on their doorstep in the near future, or at the very least that he's safe wherever he is. Even as the candles become precipitously short, she takes her time to pour her hope into this single wish.
Finally when she feels she's infused a proper amount of birthday power into the cake, she carefully blows the candles out. She's learned that symbolism can contain real magical power, so she can't take the process too lightly. With all that done, she looks to the gift waiting nearby. ]
Shoud I open that now?