SAFRIN
The goddess meets the man's beaked-smile with a coy flutter of her lashes. For me? She sings, sweet and sultry. Perhaps you might remember my name every now and then, when you look to the stars. Safrin replies, as if she is nothing more than a wisp of a girl wanting to be remembered by a boy, rather than the powerful force that she is.
Reaching forward to stroke the feathers on his chest, Safrin sighs softly. So handsome She muses, starlight sparkling in her dark gaze.