"Thank you," Vanth said, approaching the stronger goddess but not taking those hands. Did she want to shake her hand? Hug her? Was it just a gesture of greeting? Polite physical interactions so often left Vanth at a loss, and so she did nothing, just stood before her a little awkwardly. "I could never grow a garden like this. I don't have much of a green thumb."
The dogs she liked. Wild dogs were so often in the graveyards of old and so Vanth was well used to their presence.