To be compared to a meteor, the description left Aeliana tickled. Strange the way time moves feelings to change. A few centuries prior, she was desperate to hide and blend in amongst the world. And now, she has long abandoned such things to simply do [i]whatever[/i]. If it made her a bright and shimmering meteor, so be it.

Of course, there was the consequence of her lack of true attachment, but that was something she was choosing to not ponder on. A meteor may find it's place after crashing, but Aelia still yet chose freedom.

And in that freedom she valued, Aeliana the Meteor found her attention upon a human girl with pale gold hair. With a quickness that was difficult to catch, she inspected the figure of the young servant. Small, but tone limbs that were mostly hidden under the layers of the girl's uniform. Even more curious were the bandages peeking through, but that was the kind of mystery that boldness would never be able to uncover. Maybe in due time, if Aelia's interest waivers on her long enough. 

For what it was worth, the girl put forth a valiant effort in her composure. As far as servant training went, she did well as far as Aelia could tell. But then again, the Sun Goddess would find nearly any of the thousand possible reactions from servants entertaining.

Aelia listened to the girl's words with a look of enrapture, as if the topic of floral arrangements were an exciting novelty. The only hint of her true thoughts lie with the swift kiss she sent towards the little bee, a quick gesture sewn near-seamlessly into her act of attentive listening.

"May I assist you with anything, Your Radiance?"

Perfect! An invitation to indulge more! But before Aeliana could grab the opportunity, Antero her Moral Conscious clearly sensed her intention. [i]Spoil sport[/i], she thought with great affection. 

“Aeliana, that is not a bouquet. That is a person attempting to perform her duties. Please attempt, just for one evening, to minimize the chaos you inflict upon the staff.”

Like a child that found a stray and was now pleading with their parent, the phoenix wrapped her arms around the servant girl's shoulders and held her. "Does it have to be [i]this[/i] evening?" She implored, leaning her head against the child so that red and gold hair met. "I merely wish to dance, I promise."

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