The silver trinket clinks as Xerxes rolls it closer to your nesting branches. His golden eyes shining with hope as he hops back to gaze up at your moonlit silhouette before a black fog envelops his avian body with a tall figure appearing out of the mist.

Taking a deep bow, his head dips respectfully before he takes a step closer full of yearning. “Will you..accept my gift, my dove?”

His heart throbs as he longs to tell you how ethereal you look to him but holds his tongue awaiting your reply.