[It walks over his fingers, along to the back of his hand, little blue wings sparkling before it makes a sort of sing-song chime and flew off.]
No, she isn't. [And it made him mad that she hadn't appeared, that the stupid alter below had her Priest brush broken across it like some kind of reminder and he clamped down at that anger. It would do him no good to get angry in the middle of this sort of fun.]
It is nice to be reminded of my moon, though not as nice as if she was here sharing this with me.
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No, she isn't. [And it made him mad that she hadn't appeared, that the stupid alter below had her Priest brush broken across it like some kind of reminder and he clamped down at that anger. It would do him no good to get angry in the middle of this sort of fun.]
It is nice to be reminded of my moon, though not as nice as if she was here sharing this with me.