Aziraphale paused a moment to look over the books with interest, though he didn't touch them. Not many people practiced the art of bookbinding anymore, though it made perfect sense to him that someone like Psyche would.
After tsk'ing a moment over the stains, he wandered across the grass toward where the goddess sat, clearing his throat softly as he approached her. Much as he genuinely liked her, it always made him a little uncomfortable dealing with pagan deities (particularly given that Psyche had once been human, and by Heaven's rules, still was.) "Excuse me. Lady Psyche?"
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Date: 2008-08-13 05:17 am (UTC)After tsk'ing a moment over the stains, he wandered across the grass toward where the goddess sat, clearing his throat softly as he approached her. Much as he genuinely liked her, it always made him a little uncomfortable dealing with pagan deities (particularly given that Psyche had once been human, and by Heaven's rules, still was.) "Excuse me. Lady Psyche?"