Blessing [Feast of Flowering | Prompt 3]
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Atlas quickly stutters his name, turning slightly on the spot in the hopes of making a quick getaway, but his relief was cut short when the bovine ‘hmphed’ behind him and suddenly she was close, much too close.
The bovine reached forward, her tongue sticking out between her lips slightly from the effort as she then raised a bundle of dried herbs to his forehead, narrowly missing clipping his horn ornaments the stallion realised with a soft snort as he followed the bundle with his eyes, almost going cross eyed with the effort.
The Order official began to loudly profess as she continued her administrations, showing her gratitude in such a way that it would draw upon as much attention as she possibly could.
Atlas stuttered and spluttered under the fever hot gaze of the crowd, his face heating and a blush causing his blue toned skin to deepen to purple as the bovine continued to utter words, and Atlas felt his mind clear and his body lighten as she finished up, speaking a blessing in the name of the Order as she released him.
Anxiously, he thanked her for the blessing as the others began to crowd round, holding out their own coins to the bovine and graciously he was able to slip away.