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She raised her hands and focused, trying to grow the trees.
"Want to go feed the horses?"
"What does it mean?" August asked with interest.
"You're the prettiest thing I've ever loved, even compared to other sirens."
She laughed slightly, crossing her legs in midair and resting her hands on her knees. "You and Sariel are the same. Don't worry."
"If you say so. They're beautiful."
Mo grinned at her wickedly. "'Crush', August, is a very, eh... flattering term."
"Is that real beauty, though?"
"Alright, then," she said, taking to the air and considering the ground again.
"You could hang some in my house. We get many visitors. I'm sure they'd be interested."
August's head jerked up and Mo's face was hard to read. "I see. August, do you know what the word 'crush' means?" August tilted his head....
“And you’re biased.”
“Should I try doing it while flying?”
"Well, I don't want to make you if you don't want to, but I think you have real talent."
"See, August? She's just being polite." August's face fell ever so slightly, but he offered a cheerful disposition. "I knew it!"
"You said it increased my beauty."
"I don't know what else to do," she said, looking back to the trees.
"Avice, you're so talented. Why don't you sell these?"
"Are you implying that he looks good?"
"Because you think this hat is beautiful."
