Or like:
"Are you a goddess then? You certainly seem like one." His voice was tentative, careful, yet full of interest. He was aware she could be dangerous and still he couldn't help his curiosity. Everything about her seemed intriguing, from her catlike careful motions, through her strange accent, to her razor-sharp reflexes.
She crouched down to look at the grass at her feet, caressing each blade as if it were a dearly known friend to her. Her eyes were fixed there, full of wonder at the tiny living beings. Humans or grass blades - what difference was there for her? Their lives were equally fleeting compared to hers. And they both could catch her heart with their beauty and passion. "Ah... a goddess? No, I wouldn't say so." The breeze played with her hair, but it never seemed to blow it into her face. Some ancient magics, older than what many might hope to fathom, were protectant of her in even such a mundane way.
"Why? With the might you have... I can imagine many killing for it." He didn't show any frustration, he was merely making a point. He knew many a man who strove to control such vast amounts of raw power. Looking at her, he didn't feel like she was of that kind.
She looked up only for a brief moment, her eyes twinkling with mischief, before her gaze dropped again. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Her appearance showed a strange contrast: her eyes portrayed unimaginable age, knowledge and sorrow associated with it, while her face seemed youthful, mischievous and carefree. "I've shed way too much blood for a lifetime - for multiple lifetimes, I might say. I do have the ability to become a goddess... but in all honesty... I am too lazy to listen to people's prayers."
"Are you a goddess then? You certainly seem like one." His voice was tentative, careful, yet full of interest. He was aware she could be dangerous and still he couldn't help his curiosity. Everything about her seemed intriguing, from her catlike careful motions, through her strange accent, to her razor-sharp reflexes.
She crouched down to look at the grass at her feet, caressing each blade as if it were a dearly known friend to her. Her eyes were fixed there, full of wonder at the tiny living beings. Humans or grass blades - what difference was there for her? Their lives were equally fleeting compared to hers. And they both could catch her heart with their beauty and passion. "Ah... a goddess? No, I wouldn't say so." The breeze played with her hair, but it never seemed to blow it into her face. Some ancient magics, older than what many might hope to fathom, were protectant of her in even such a mundane way.
"Why? With the might you have... I can imagine many killing for it." He didn't show any frustration, he was merely making a point. He knew many a man who strove to control such vast amounts of raw power. Looking at her, he didn't feel like she was of that kind.
She looked up only for a brief moment, her eyes twinkling with mischief, before her gaze dropped again. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Her appearance showed a strange contrast: her eyes portrayed unimaginable age, knowledge and sorrow associated with it, while her face seemed youthful, mischievous and carefree. "I've shed way too much blood for a lifetime - for multiple lifetimes, I might say. I do have the ability to become a goddess... but in all honesty... I am too lazy to listen to people's prayers."