[ An intrusive thought, perhaps… but he can't help but wonder what would happen if he were to bat a hand through one of the sparkles? If they're freely floating in the air, that is. Will they disappear like smoke? Are they tangible?

… Just once. Just this one time, he's going to follow through by giving the one furthest away from her an experimental poke. Hm. Would he… would he be able to grab one for himself?! ]

Change always starts with an earnest desire. Heheh. [ … shortly after his detour of a science experiment. ahem. ] Ever consider introducing yourself as a goddess striving to be bright and lively rather than prefacing it the way you have? The language we use for ourselves goes a long way when it comes to our self-perception. In some cultures, death is considered a sweet and warm embrace.

[ He'd kind of like to think of it that way, too. As much of a biased perspective it is coming from someone who'd decided to name himself 'Elysium,' that's neither here nor there…… ]

Anyway, let's see. We've got mistletoe, tinsel. [ A tap tap tap of his chin in consideration. ] Think we might be able to get our hands on a tree that reaches the ceiling?