As the Captain was walking through the garden of St Freya he felt eyes on him and as he looked he saw Araya looking at him with her large gentle purple eyes, she sat on the grass her large white and purple tipped feathery wings folded around her petite body and her long white hair flowing onto the grass, as always she was not wearing much as it was hard due to her four sets of wings

Araya: "......Captain... the sky is clear and the wind is fair against me..... will you join me?"

The Stigmata terminal's voice was like always soft and quiet as she pulled her legs against her flat chest but she also moved one of her larger wings like to invite him to sit with her looking at him while her wings feathers softly moved and twitched

Araya: "Captain.... is warm.... and makes me only warmer in my chest..... even more then tasty food or the sun"