full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun met Maeve's smirk with a grin. "Kindness has nothing to do with it. I'm simply giving you your proper due," he insisted right back at her. Letting her inspect the floral arrangement, he nodded at her gratitude. "You're very welcome. I figured a gardener of your skill would have a proper appreciation for them." His grin deepened.
Accepting her hand, he let himself be drawn to the blanket. Waiting until she was settled, he sank down himself, shifting into a cross-legged position. "A lucky guess. I suppose it wasn't such a stretch to go from poisonous plants to venomous animals. And I personally have always felt that serpents didn't get nearly enough credit or appreciation." As she picked up the glasses, he took the wine. "May I?" If she agreed, he'd uncork the bottle and pour it for them.
Accepting her hand, he let himself be drawn to the blanket. Waiting until she was settled, he sank down himself, shifting into a cross-legged position. "A lucky guess. I suppose it wasn't such a stretch to go from poisonous plants to venomous animals. And I personally have always felt that serpents didn't get nearly enough credit or appreciation." As she picked up the glasses, he took the wine. "May I?" If she agreed, he'd uncork the bottle and pour it for them.
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