[She does hope she'll end up with wings some day. Perhaps when she returns, she'll beg Amo for a pair, since he can grant them without her having to undergo a transformation. She knows he likes her current form, but she does so love wings. They have a certain beauty to them.]

Well, I can tell you that I don't fear scripture, and that I'm quite happy at any time of day or night. But I think the greatest fault in most stories is that they assign certain things of us that must always be true - and as creatures of chaos, that's a silly thing to do.

[If this human is so intent on her flirting, then luring her into privacy will be easy. The question then becomes what to do with her. It becomes harder and harder to ignore the urge to kill with each passing day, and she finds herself briefly fantasizing about ripping the woman's throat out with her teeth - which would be hard to actually accomplish, but such is her hunger after this long dry spell.]