Dazed and Confused

"No man could create such things." A disembodied voice tittered gently. "You are quite right about that sweet one." The air around Alistair would shimmer slightly as if stardust from the heavens was suddenly falling around him, illuminated by some ethereal unseen light source. Before the accepted the goddess would suddenly appear, plucked from whatever twilit plane she spent her time in to make her presence known. With unparalleled beauty and a cosmic stare that seemed to invite lingering gazes, the ruby-lipped deity appeared seated on a pillar of marble. Slowly the owl carving rose into the air, gliding towards her long fingers which plucked it gently. A smile tugged at her full lips, and her gaze flashed towards Alistair with a galactic sparkle. "How beautiful. And made by your own hands. Very impressive sweet one." Twisting the carving slightly, Safrin suddenly released it from her grasp, but it did not fall. Instead the wings which had been craved into the stone were freed, and the owl hovered on silently beating wings between the two of them. Safrin The devil is not as black as he is painted