And lick she did, with all the enthusiasm of a wolf with a hankering for fresh butter. It wasn't often that she could get such a treat — the house elves usually shooed her away from the kitchen whenever she came too near, as though she were a common mongrel. But she was used to it, so it was okay. Not everyone could sense her divinity.
This girl seemed to be able to, though. It was always nice to be recognized, and especially complimented. Hard to say whether it was the recognition (which literally helped amplify her strength on the earthly plane) or the hint of eau-de-Delirium that made the butter taste especially good, but soon Amaterasu couldn't resist wagging her tail as she continued the tongue bath, even leaning up to "clean" Delirium's face for her.
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Date: 2011-02-06 02:36 pm (UTC)This girl seemed to be able to, though. It was always nice to be recognized, and especially complimented. Hard to say whether it was the recognition (which literally helped amplify her strength on the earthly plane) or the hint of eau-de-Delirium that made the butter taste especially good, but soon Amaterasu couldn't resist wagging her tail as she continued the tongue bath, even leaning up to "clean" Delirium's face for her.