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Amata listened to the tale with apt attention, it was a beautiful tale of love, and greed… but mostly of love. She wagged her tail as the story came to a close. It was lovely how such stories came to be. She’d heard many from her mom back when she was young.
Thank you Anu; It was a beautiful, and enlightening tale.
It was all she could say as the story made her think. How could anyone be so apt about beauty? What was the point in such things. Yes something nice to look on was always good, but wasn’t what was inside, the thoughts, the actions, the person more important? The goddess had seen that, though she saw the woman’s beauty first. Amata looked into the flames, still deep in thought, unsure of what to say now. She was not going to voice what she thought entirely, though she did not like as it truly was a beautiful story. She wished she had a story of something that beautiful, though she had nothing that grand to say, and she was no story teller. She was always going to be a healer at heart and little more than that, but that never bothered Amata before, and it did not now.
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