full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun grinned at Maea. "You're very welcome." Reaching out, he brushed some hair off her forehead. "You were already very pretty. Just need to update the wardrobe a bit, but you won't let me give you a makeover," he complained. Shooting a wink her way, his grin deepened into a smirk. "The flower crown is my sneaky way of starting that, just so you know."
Letting her settle in his lap and take a few flowers, he set his own partially finished crown aside. Instead, he began to braid strands of her hair. "He's not a god. Don't forget the demi, part." His nostrils flared and he looked away from her. "You belong. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." Reaching out with one hand, he cupped her cheek.
Letting her settle in his lap and take a few flowers, he set his own partially finished crown aside. Instead, he began to braid strands of her hair. "He's not a god. Don't forget the demi, part." His nostrils flared and he looked away from her. "You belong. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." Reaching out with one hand, he cupped her cheek.
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