"How sweet these are..."
Around the Lullaby the world will appear to hum and shift, suffused with energy that reaches and stretches towards the being who stands before him.
Not the herald, but the source.
Overhead the skies swirl violet (or is it fuscia? Aquamarine?) and as Mort lowers himself to kneel with Remi, his small frame seems smaller still for being in the demigod's shadow.
"I believe this is for you." Reaching out to remove the fence-crown from around the doll, Mort reaches out to sit it atop Remi's head. "There. Isn't that better?"
Around the Lullaby the world will appear to hum and shift, suffused with energy that reaches and stretches towards the being who stands before him.
Not the herald, but the source.
Overhead the skies swirl violet (or is it fuscia? Aquamarine?) and as Mort lowers himself to kneel with Remi, his small frame seems smaller still for being in the demigod's shadow.
"I believe this is for you." Reaching out to remove the fence-crown from around the doll, Mort reaches out to sit it atop Remi's head. "There. Isn't that better?"
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