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Inari Raith [The Dresden Files] (ofthewhitecourt) wrote in paradisolog,

"I think I wouldn't mind sharing," Inari said. She tilted her head just so, and gave him a curious, and possibly somewhat suggestive look. Oh, she was a pro at this. She helped Bobby reenact scenes from his movies all the time. And the girls were often bubbly little sex kittens. So really, that's what she'd become, because it was what she knew. It was what she did. And she liked it.

She batted her eyes at him. She had gorgeous eyes. Soul deep, and soul gazing, eyes. She'd been told more than once that she was an old soul. She didn't know, exactly, what that meant, but she thought it was a compliment. She was only 18, but she liked to think of herself as more mature than other 18 year olds. Having an 'old soul' certainly helped that personal view.

"Thank you. My mother was Japanese. Inari is god of harvests, fertility, rice, agriculture, foxes, industry, and worldly success," she recited. "She was a busy little goddess," she grinned. Because she'd told this information to countless people, it was clearly a memorised list, but she didn't say it with a bland monotone. There was feeling, and emotion behind her voice. She was proud of her name, and of the heritage of her name.