She's a very busy goddess. Maybe he's trying to not over-schedule her by expecting her to be too many things at once. She'd be happy to try for him. It's pretty easy to try and be the thing you are, if you're lucky enough to like who you are.
The Falcon is not what she'd been expecting. She'd been expecting something sleek, aerodynamic... bird-like. Not that she dislikes it, she's just surprised. But it's too cold and wet to stay outside studying it. That'll keep for the morning. Keeping warm with a brisk pace is a good start. They'll warm each other up better soon enough.
"I'm sure it could be arranged. What would you like?" She's pretty sure she can find and grow whatever it is he misses most. If it's fruit from a tree they might be in trouble, but there are vast and plentiful markets in which to look for what she cannot make herself.
She might not technically need anyone protecting her, but that doesn't mean she doesn't want what she wants. The idea of being mobbed is... troubling, for her. Some people might thrive on that kind of attention, but she's not one of them. She loves attention--he's well aware of that--but of a different sort.
"Mm-hmm." She's watching him out of the corner of her eye, worried that he might find her... something. Too young? Too inexperienced? There might be an echo of cold words in her mind that makes her shiver. "Thank you. When's your birthday?"
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It's very triggering.
Date: 2016-07-31 03:04 am (UTC)The Falcon is not what she'd been expecting. She'd been expecting something sleek, aerodynamic... bird-like. Not that she dislikes it, she's just surprised. But it's too cold and wet to stay outside studying it. That'll keep for the morning. Keeping warm with a brisk pace is a good start. They'll warm each other up better soon enough.
"I'm sure it could be arranged. What would you like?" She's pretty sure she can find and grow whatever it is he misses most. If it's fruit from a tree they might be in trouble, but there are vast and plentiful markets in which to look for what she cannot make herself.
She might not technically need anyone protecting her, but that doesn't mean she doesn't want what she wants. The idea of being mobbed is... troubling, for her. Some people might thrive on that kind of attention, but she's not one of them. She loves attention--he's well aware of that--but of a different sort.
"Mm-hmm." She's watching him out of the corner of her eye, worried that he might find her... something. Too young? Too inexperienced? There might be an echo of cold words in her mind that makes her shiver. "Thank you. When's your birthday?"