Eos could just rip it. But it's such a nice bag. Satin. With a lovely pink motif and contrasting blue ribbon. Tearing that would be a tragedy. Against craftsmanship, against weaving, against art, against all aesthetics and moral decency. Sacred is the charge of those with an appreciative eye for craftsmanship. Toil, labour and love has been poured into this. This is not simply a bag. This is a crucible for the soul of the man or woman who has weaved dreams into life.
Plus her summoner's clumsy attempt to open the damn thing has tightened the knot and made it really difficult to get a hold.
But get a hold she does, and undoes the bag! And frankly they're in no better shape to discern the contents than they were before.
Newton meanwhile takes a thought as to how the box got there if none of the people present are claiming it. '... You'd think something like this would be delivered by a moogle.'
All well and good, but Eos would appreciate support on her attempt to pry the box lid open rather than rampant speculation.
Plus her summoner's clumsy attempt to open the damn thing has tightened the knot and made it really difficult to get a hold.
But get a hold she does, and undoes the bag! And frankly they're in no better shape to discern the contents than they were before.
Newton meanwhile takes a thought as to how the box got there if none of the people present are claiming it. '... You'd think something like this would be delivered by a moogle.'
All well and good, but Eos would appreciate support on her attempt to pry the box lid open rather than rampant speculation.
