Keine, whats a post and lint? Do I make it out of that stuff I find in my pockets?
"A what…? I believe a post is just a large, well, a large circular block of wood driven into the ground. And lint is that stuff you find in your pockets. Where did these questions even come from, Cirno?"
"I read it in a soggy book I found in Misty lake! But it was to soggy to read what it was. Only that it said something about hedges of stone being made up of post and lint. I didn’t even know that you could grow stone!
"How can I be like you when I grow up?"
An almost local face the ice fairy had been, whilst she originated not from Nippon’s soil, but instead the neither far oft vale of Gensokyo. Needn’t the sun maiden complain nor question, for all bid welcome when amid her abode. Instead… it is the question itself at best. Raised brows knit an inquisitive gaze ‘pon pallid features ( humane, if that was correct ). With the tilt of her head to lips raise forth their open frame, irises bound earthwood to look upon the petite fairy’s face, “Ah? When you grow up?" lips soon alter into their daily smile, “but you are fine the way you are, why would you wish to be like myself?" And Takamagahara knew how old this goddess may have been; many suggested eons some, centuries.
“All you need is to let time work itself, little one.”
—- she would have suggested plenty of vitamins & sleep too.
"Cause you’re a really cool person!" *She said with a smile on her face, said smile falling when she heard the answer.* "Aww… why does the answer to alot of stuff gotta involve alot of waiting…"
*Fairies are hard at work.
Please wait warmly.*
"Draw a circle, then a nine! Draw a circle then a nine."
You're smart... Too smart. What happened? Are you even Cirno at all?
"Yes and no! I am actually…" *She picks up the old staff Mima gave her and taps the base against the ground.* "Planeswalker Cirno!"
Can you outdance Daiyousei?
"I dunno, but I think Sunny is trying to."
During a snow storm most things capable of flight are grounded.
Cirno is not most things.