[ that was it; they have done well. patient as ever, amaterasu waited, waited until the boy followed the girl, and both their hands were buried beneath white fluff. the wolf stretches, bends her front paws to her chest and gives a lazy roll sideways, watching their faces from an upside down angle that flapped her black lips to show a comedic grin of teeth.
and a question? how can she respond more directly, without keeping her thoughts to vocal grumbles? hm—
peter’s omni rings, wherever it may be. amaterasu’s own omni comes to life as her omen, for good measure: a happily spinning, miniature dolphin that leaves in its hovering wake sparks and mists of white. the message is conveyed either way, of elegant strokes and handwriting, of a female’s voice, deep with age and gentle in affirmation: ]
no subject
and a question? how can she respond more directly, without keeping her thoughts to vocal grumbles? hm—
peter’s omni rings, wherever it may be. amaterasu’s own omni comes to life as her omen, for good measure: a happily spinning, miniature dolphin that leaves in its hovering wake sparks and mists of white. the message is conveyed either way, of elegant strokes and handwriting, of a female’s voice, deep with age and gentle in affirmation: ]
Some Mores, please.