Re: Weal
"That sounded so poetically tragic," she demi-goddess mused, only lightly teasing. She would let Brayden paint scars on her any time, any place.
"It's best you sent the text, if my brothers were on the list." Astrid smirked. They typically responded better to Brayden's outreaching than her own. But she didn't take offense... She came into her dressing area and away from the naturally lit openness of her main quarters. Easy fix. She raised her hands and made a parting motion, a large graceful gesture. Her elegant, hand-embellished Asgardian silk curtains moved back to reveal another set of windowed-doors. Light streamed in from the multi-colored sunset. She looked over her shoulder at Rayd. "I... hope this lighting will do," she batted her lashes coyly.
In truth, Astrid often didn't wear makeup. Her face had a natural, literal glow that she had been graced with very shortly after her birth. But when she did beat her mug, those allowed to do the painting were very select. Thinking of whom, "You invited Qiqi, right?"