The Language of Love by Himura Asami

Umectus

Umectus: wet, moist, damp.

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Word Count: 100

            Ingo moistened her lips. “You mean to say,” the princess began, “that the woman your son pines after is the Miko no Shikon no Tama? And that she is the woman I am to take him from?”

            Mitsuki looked at Ingo steadily. “Yes. That will not be a problem I trust.”

            “But she is not weak! Rumors say that she is the most powerful miko since that of Midoriko.”

            “They are rumors,” Mitsuki replied authoritatively.

            Ingo nodded slowly. “Of course.”

            Mitsuki faced forward. “We shall depart now. Remember who and what you are, Ingo-chan. No miko should scare you.”

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