[ It's a sort of awakening in of itself, though nothing as violent as what he's known before. (Blood and blue fire, anguish and liberation.) This is... gentle, but no less powerful, a thin ray of light holding the immense glory of the sun itself.
His palm finally settles lightly onto her muzzle, magnetized. ...Nothing changes, exactly, but he sees her perhaps a little clearer than before. The holy flame grows more vibrant against her fur, and the mirror begins to spin where it had seemingly been so still to him before. (Sort of. He'd perceived something of her divinity, but clearly not the whole of it.)
And even now, he understands there must be something missing. (How else could he, as a human, behold a goddess—the very embodiment of a brilliant star?)
...Still, she's perfect. A small grin breaks over his face, somber expression pulled away by childlike delight. ]
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His palm finally settles lightly onto her muzzle, magnetized. ...Nothing changes, exactly, but he sees her perhaps a little clearer than before. The holy flame grows more vibrant against her fur, and the mirror begins to spin where it had seemingly been so still to him before. (Sort of. He'd perceived something of her divinity, but clearly not the whole of it.)
And even now, he understands there must be something missing. (How else could he, as a human, behold a goddess—the very embodiment of a brilliant star?)
...Still, she's perfect. A small grin breaks over his face, somber expression pulled away by childlike delight. ]