By The Grace Of God by @theriverscribe
Morpheus is an ancient being, sacrificed long ago to the goddess Hecate and transformed into one of her guardians. He goes by Morph as well.
Shapeless wings rose behind the boy in a clear display of alarm. Morpheus lowered his head and wiggled his butt. He couldn’t help it in this form, and he knew the effect it had on most people. He believed in using every resource available, including the adorably disarming size factor.
“What?” Sam whispered, barely audible over the sound of his pulse.
I said ‘hello.’ Morpheus repeated and rolled belly-up. The grass felt good here—different from his Mother’s realm.
“Can…can you talk? Or am I just hearing you?” The boy stared at him, too stunned to blink.
Are those different things?
