But Ayame began to notice something at every move that her priestess was doing. MIR was moving like her as she put something hidden at each attempt that she was at every point she decided to plant it.
“Clever. She’s indeed my mate.” Ayame grinned proudly at what she was witnessing toward the movement of her priestess. She was loving it until she noticed another thing that her lover was doing as well.
“She’s channeling her dark priestess side while being chased. So much like me. Interesting.” Ayame slyly grinned as she felt excitement about what MIR was doing.
Then somewhere in her pride over her priestess attempts, she began to recall something that she wanted to slap herself for forgetting something important. Ayame forgot to mention the bad part of channeling MIR’s dark priestess side in case she did not master it. MIR would turn into a dark fallen priestess that everyone should fear. But she had faith in her priestess.
