Sunny really hoped that the piece of Weaver's lineage was not hidden inside the dollhouse. Luckily, he felt nothing but an eerie sense of repulsion when standing in front of the dreadful toy… even though he was neither Fated nor connected to the tapestry of fate anymore, and therefore had lost his supernatural intuition, his senses as a Supreme were still beyond that of a mere mortal.
He would have felt something if a daemon's legacy was nearby. More importantly, Blood Weave would have responded to the presence of another piece of the Demon of Fate.
So, after studying the creepy dollhouse from a safe distance, Sunny shifted his attention elsewhere. He did feel that there was something special about that particular toy… a subtle scent of a daemon, even.
But that scent did not belong to Weaver.
"I think Ariel made this one."
Kai glanced at him, remained silent for a bit, and nodded.
"That very well may be."
