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title: morning concerns | rating: t | words: 609 | tags: canon divergence, pre-canon, post-canon, hurt/comfort, light angst, minor characters, everyone is alive, happy ending
Aditi gazed at the door in front of her. Delicate lines were carved into the dark wood, and the thin engravings were met with strokes of gold. A circle was painted on the center of the door, and from it emerged half a dozen lines, spiraling until they reached the end of the wooden surface. A lovely painting of the Sun that, with the addition of her thoughts troubling her, pulled her away from the feeling of her wife's gentle hands.
Haimi stood behind her as she sat in a simple padded chair. Her wife- and High Mage- was fond of music, and was prone to hum loved melodies as she worked, but not today, it seemed. She dipped her fingers in the bowl of scented oil by her side, and ran a strand of Aditi's crimson hair between her closed hands. Two fingers separated the strand into three smaller portions, and she began to weave the parts between each other. Haimi's hands were more careful than Aditi's, better to handle fragile things, and Aditi couldn't deny she did a poorer job braiding her own hair.