[ Perhaps it's a matter of personal selection of whom it happens to trust most, some sort of system where the Chosen's Messenger also chooses who gets to see its divine form. Thus it would be a privilege to even be able to see it... Promto is his best friend. Of course he would be able to sooner than others.
That's not going to help her with an idea that's suddenly come to her mind, of Carbuncle and the talk of stars. She recalls the emotes she received from the little Messenger before, and she had felt its presence next to her, as well as the softness of its fur; however, that won't help her.
Ah. ] ...Would you mind drawing me a picture of it? Or would a drawing also be invisible? [ Like how deep does the magic of veiling its form go. ]
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That's not going to help her with an idea that's suddenly come to her mind, of Carbuncle and the talk of stars. She recalls the emotes she received from the little Messenger before, and she had felt its presence next to her, as well as the softness of its fur; however, that won't help her.
Ah. ] ...Would you mind drawing me a picture of it? Or would a drawing also be invisible? [ Like how deep does the magic of veiling its form go. ]