Atua approves this boy; she can tell.
Already, His prophet is enjoying him; she giggles.
How practiced he is in drawing divine fervor and radiance forth!
Is this what his studies have given him? His studies into the created and customary and spiritual? The smooth sculptorly movements of his hands? The delicate strokes and traces of fingertips, like hers dipped with ink?
Such beauty! So divine...!
...He deserves to be blessed.
As she sighs at praise's peak, she leans up.
Unzips.
Kisses.
Zips.
Falls back laughing, ebulliently.
As he stares down as if he's truly been stricken by God.
Trembling.
Written as a gift for the 100 Word Flash exchange AO3.