SAFRIN
As he moves, her hand withdraws with starlit precision, his soul intact but forever altered. He is one of hers now. An attuned yes, but to the stars as much as anything else. As for what he is on? It's nothing, yet it is sturdy and stable. Vines of dark matter that allow him to perch steadily before her, looming larger than life as she gazes into navy eyes with a dazzling smile.
How does it feel, to know that the stars are now within your reach? She cooes softly, extending a hand to softly stroke the jewel-toned feathers.
