[The journal's camera shows off the sky, and one side of a colorful butterfly wing, with yellow, black, and red and blue patterns adorning it. A few stray, pink petals scatter into view as well. After a second, a light sigh is heard as Miyabi finally speaks, moving a few things around. It doesn't sound like her usual tinkle of inkpots, though...]
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The little ponclet hops her way over and climbs right onto Ammy's head, scratching between her ears and petting her head. She hen begins to pick up stray blossoms from the ground and tie them together with blades of grass. Have a flower collar around your neck in a few minutes, Ammy. It can can be your next Rosary. Only not really.]
Hehe, what a lazy lump you are, Mother Amaterasu. ♥
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Hm, just what could she draw on your face, huh~? The possibilities were endless.]
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It's a good thing Ammy hates baths, and most likely won't know she has her face painted until someone points it out to her, too. Miyabi's going to be making a swift getaway, in case the wolf awakens, though she can just make as excuse that she was practicing with her brush.]
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