It looked as though the box was simply surrendering to her touch.
Click-clack-slide.
"Almost got it," Seraphina mumbled, her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth in a display of intense toddler concentration, though her mind was practically yawning with boredom. 'Honestly, the Dwarves need to upgrade their security. This algorithm is completely linear.'
Click-SNAP!
Exactly two minutes and forty-five seconds after Kaelus had placed the box on the floor, the final rune locked into place.
The heavy, internal mythril tumblers within the Dwarven Vault groaned, turning smoothly. With a soft hiss of depressurizing air, the lid of the box popped open.
Seraphina reached inside, her tiny hand retrieving a small, polished wooden token bearing the crest of the Vanguard.
She held it up, offering Kaelus a bright, sunny, missing-tooth smile.
"I did it, Papa!" Seraphina chirped happily. "Do I get the fruit tarts now? Can one of them be blueberry?"
