[Ammy isn't as privy to Ichimatsu's thoughts as other omnipotent gods may be, so when he says he didn't leave an offering, she cants her head to one side with a curious flick of an ear. Wasn't the mochi offering enough? Food is often left for gods at their shrines and alters, and while she rarely asks for anything, she took it just as well. Ammy doesn't need nor want anything more, nor would Bakugami. The simplest offerings oft hold the greatest weight.
But--...oh. Hm, perhaps she will accept this gift, once the music truly starts to come together. It's sloppy at first, but art usually is at first. An unsteady hand, unpracticed and new...is beautiful, in its own way. Nothing grows without first bursting forth, an explosive energy born simply of doing and not thinking. Leap before you think. It's a perfect gift, and winds into something beautiful the longer he plays. Ammy thumps her tail against the ground and lays her head against Ichimatsu's side as she listens happily, a smile playing on her face.
It's beautiful, calming almost, and she has to fight the instinct to 'sing' along with him and ruins such a lovely tune. There are brief burps of sound from her throat, little hiccups where a howl dies in her chest, and she snorts, licking over her nose as her ears fold back and she presses her face into the man's clothes with a massive yawn.
Amaterasu breathes out as the waves of exhaustion from earlier hit her truly, mingling with the calm air wrought by the song Ichimatsu strummed. Dark eyes close, but not before a tiny whisper wafts on the wind, barely audible amongst the clamor of the festivities.]
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But--...oh. Hm, perhaps she will accept this gift, once the music truly starts to come together. It's sloppy at first, but art usually is at first. An unsteady hand, unpracticed and new...is beautiful, in its own way. Nothing grows without first bursting forth, an explosive energy born simply of doing and not thinking. Leap before you think. It's a perfect gift, and winds into something beautiful the longer he plays. Ammy thumps her tail against the ground and lays her head against Ichimatsu's side as she listens happily, a smile playing on her face.
It's beautiful, calming almost, and she has to fight the instinct to 'sing' along with him and ruins such a lovely tune. There are brief burps of sound from her throat, little hiccups where a howl dies in her chest, and she snorts, licking over her nose as her ears fold back and she presses her face into the man's clothes with a massive yawn.
Amaterasu breathes out as the waves of exhaustion from earlier hit her truly, mingling with the calm air wrought by the song Ichimatsu strummed. Dark eyes close, but not before a tiny whisper wafts on the wind, barely audible amongst the clamor of the festivities.]
Many thanks.