[i]Astra was being.. thanked? She didn't understand why, as she had done barely a thing for Irina, or at least nothing that was really special or extraordinary. She slowly blinked again, her embarrassment fading like snow at the mercy of a glaring desert sun, while her eyes changed colour once more; from a soft, ashamed purple, to a vibrant wine red, much softer and more mellow than the usual crimson. Another thing that she didn't understand was why the Vileblood had cupped her cheek and seemed so happy, but she didn't dare ask. Astraeus thought for but a moment as she continued to look down, moving herself a little closer to get herself more comfortable, as instead of doing a constant push-up, she went and rested herself on her elbows and forearms, as a slight sigh of relief left her lips, gently brushing past Irina's soft, pale skin.[/i] "Astraeus," [i]She quietly responded, or at least that's how it seemed to Irina, lest she fixed her eardrums,[/i] "Astraeus Alastor.." [i]The angel continued to look down at the Vileblood as she shifted her own weight to her left elbow, freeing her right hand to reach over, slowly and gently caressing Irina's cheek upwards, fingertips then running through her hair. Softly and shyly the angel whispered a question in return, almost seeming hesitant and tentative..[/i] "Who might you be, fair Maiden?" [i]Really, now that the two women were so close to each other, faces only a mere few inches apart, the angelic woman began to notice Irina's own beauty; those beautifully sharp yet still very feminine features, with those icy blue eyes and that snow white hair.. Truly, the Vileblood was beautiful, and the angel approved, as the ashamed purple mixed itself into the mellow red.[/i]