PS: I'll definitely make up the missed update tomorrow. Tomorrow!
The cold sea breeze briefly shut out Athkatla's bustle. Aaron sat on a bench at the harbor with Mama Selûne in his arms, quietly gazing out at the distant sea. Behind them, the Church of Waukeen's fireworks continued unabated.
Hearing that Mama Selûne wanted to introduce another goddess to him, Aaron found it rather strange.
The Golden Apple struck him as stranger still. The only thing he could be certain of was that, from the moment it appeared, a rupture between the three goddesses had become inevitable.
Unfortunately, despite doing everything he could at the time, Aaron had still been unable to avoid offending Sune and Waukeen. The reason was simple: there was only one Golden Apple. Since he had already decided to give it to Selûne, the outcome had been set.
Since there was no avoiding it anyway, he might as well be decisive. If the collapse of his intimate relationship with Waukeen could bring him closer to Mama Selûne, Aaron was naturally willing.
Ultimately, there was only one Golden Apple, and Aaron could choose only one goddess.
"My lady, didn't you feel that something about today was strange?" Aaron said softly. "This was an open conspiracy."
Selûne had her head lowered, immersed in the strange sensations left by their kiss. The night wind was biting. The goddess's delicate yet maternal figure was full of mature charm, her floral lace fishtail dress pressed close against Aaron. Her full breasts stretched the fabric over her chest taut, leaving not a single wrinkle.
Sitting on Aaron's lap, Mama Selûne held her back straight, outlining the perfect curves of her figure. Her slender waist could have fit within his hands, while the lace fishtail dress hugged her hips, making them look even