“Now, now, it is never falsely placed. After all; if I had not, admittedly, show-boated, I would have beaten you. And not only are you the Goddess of the Hunt, but also the Moon. And the Moon is but a pale reflection of the Sun’s light,” he smirked at her.
Then she patted her lap, and he pouted, though did the honorable thing and obediently went to the familiar position over her knees. The young godling had been over her lap more times than he cared to count.
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I will always be a kid at heart.
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