Being a god can get awful lonely, nothing to entertain yourself with but observing humans from afar

That was until Johnny came along, wide eyed and mouth agape as he spotted you in the woods

You’d decided to risk it, going for a walk around the forest near a village, a place where people often aren’t found

“well aren’t you a bonnie ‘tin?” Johnny mumbled, observing you cautiously

You jumped in alert, your wings spreading in an attempt to make yourself intimidating