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Dhiate leaned closer to Amy, making it easier for the sharp natured female to work with his hair. A soft hum came from her, a simple soothing note with small occasional rises and falls, no true music to it. His good natured words, making sure that she was complimented and placed above her in the same breath, set her tail wagging, held high. He turned around, the netting of hair she'd been making collapsing in a loose mess over his head at the turn. She frowned, upset that her work had been undone.
Dhiate turned back around, making it easier for her to resume what she'd been doing. The thanks was filed away, simply accepted as her due worth. After all, she'd given his life purpose and direction. Without her he'd have very little purpose. At last she settled the hair back down into his normal braid. There's still lots to do today. We can't just stand around. Amy glanced over at the sun, having risen a short distance above the ocean by this time. I do believe you need some new clothes.
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