From bdedc75176a46f856af0fc5e87a9c24c07174fc1 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: Madison Scott-Clary <makyo@drab-makyo.com>
Date: Sat, 23 Mar 2024 23:20:02 -0700
Subject: [PATCH] Motes edits

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 content/draft/006.md | 2 ++
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@@ -34,6 +34,7 @@ She will be a Motes who gets sneered at. She will be scolded for some vague infr
 
 She is also going to be a Motes who inspires feelings of protection, of care, of *joie de vivre.* She is going to be one who shows the hedonism in play, one whose *raison d'être* is to have fun, and inspire in others a sense of compersion for that fun. She is going to be a Motes who makes one want to play in turn. She is going to be the one you want to hold in your lap, the one you want to call adorable, the one you want to hold close and protect from pain.
 
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 Sometime in the late 2100s, Motes was invited to a strange, hyper-formal event, one of Rye's book releases. She and her cocladists, her friends, all grumbled about it for their own reasons. 
@@ -43,6 +44,7 @@ Warmth dressed in its best mixture of clothes, something that shifted slowly ove
 As Warmth and her on-again-off-again partner, Hold My Name, comforted her, four or five Warmths surrounding her while Hold My Name brushed her hair, the three of them got to talking about identity and the ways in which appearance and social situations ground up against that. Warmth wanted– no, *needed* that recognition of fluidity that night.
 
 Motes increasingly needed out of this strict adherence to form.
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