They pounced.
"No running!"
Luminara's hand closed around a fistful of long hair.
Mearie caught her ankle.
"What?!" The Goddess of Purity went down in a tangle of limbs and robes, and the two mothers followed her onto the grass in a pile that was half punishment and half embrace, and the line between the two had always been thin with these three.
Luminara's golden hair fanned across Mearie's lap, Liliyanna's robe rode up past her thighs as she squirmed, and the garden filled with the sounds of maternal scolding and divine protests.
"Let go of my hair!"
"Apologize first."
"I will NOT! Miri, stop holding my ankle! Your Goddess commands you! Obey!"
"I'll consider after you apologize~"
"Heresy!!"
From the pond, Malakar did not turn around.
He read the golden window with his fishing rod balanced across one knee, and the low chuckle that left the Father of Humanity traveled across the water like a stone skipping twice.
