Skellig growls under his breath when she manifests her wings, stretches them out into the open space that surrounds her. For some reason, he had not considered the possibility that she may introduce her wings into this scenario, and it has just upped the ante significantly.
"Not as lovely as you," he mutters. "My Goddess."
He readily soaks in the image of her standing there, appreciating every inch of her as she stands in front of him - the firelight mixing with the low light in the room to cast shimmers and reflections on the walls surrounding them.
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Date: 2024-07-01 03:50 am (UTC)"Not as lovely as you," he mutters. "My Goddess."
He readily soaks in the image of her standing there, appreciating every inch of her as she stands in front of him - the firelight mixing with the low light in the room to cast shimmers and reflections on the walls surrounding them.