"May I have the pleasure of knowing your name, fair maiden?"
With this his left hand took hers in a soft gesture of greetings, lifting it to his dark lips with a kiss. While his right hand once again became a long spike of metal, morphing and altering pigment, melting back to reveal a rose made of metals of many colours, a dark rouge gem sat in its centre. It shone in the light, and he presented it to her with a smile.
"For you."
For a moment Astrape felt her powers churning inside her once more.
What sort of barbaric realm is this? She thought, filled with indignation,
That none of its denizens know my name?She was just about to lose control of herself once more and melt this upstart to a puddle of molten metal when suddenly he presented her with a gift both beautiful and incredibly well-crafted. At once her heart began to melt, calming her temper once more as she reached out her fingers and plucked the delicate flower from her suitor's grasp. At once the blood-red ruby at its centre began to glow, powered by the dissipating charge of her divine energies.
"I am known as Astrape, Goddess of thunder, handmaiden of Zeus, Odinsdottir, sister of Thor and Aldrif," leaning a little closer Astrape fluttered her eyelashes at Elderi coyly,
"but you may call me Asti."