Ocean's Breath Plateau scarabs

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The sensation of the man's closeness sent a shiver down Machi's piebald coat, causing his fur to stand on end as if reaching out for the subtle brush of the priest's breath. As Senmut paused, Machi held his own breath, glittering eyes darting back, anticipation dancing in their depths.

But then, as quickly as it had come, the moment passed, and the tension dissipated like mist under the morning sun. Machi relaxed, his fur settling back into place as Senmut moved on, completing his work.

At last, dried and fluffed, Machi met the man's gemstone gaze with a coy smile, and eyes half-lidded. I must confess, Erpa-ha, I had nearly forgotten how delightful it is to be the one on the receiving end of such tender care, he murmured with a soft chuckle, you must allow me the pleasure of returning the favor sometime soon.

As he followed a step behind the prince, Machi allowed himself a brief moment out of Senmut's sight to admire the handsome figure beneath the white-capped coat, and the authoritative grace that punctuated his movements. As the sound of Senmut's voice reached his ears once more, Machi quickly refocused his attention, red-brown ears perking up as he listened intently to the man's words.

Hm? I suppose you might call it that, he mused, However, whether it would truly qualify depends entirely on one's definition of what constitutes a prayer, would it not?