[He hums thoughtfully as he considers, moving behind her and lightly running his hands up the length of her arms to rest gently against her shoulders, looking up at the sky to appreciate those constellations that could be seen by the naked eye.]
Late winter or early spring... that would be Ches or Tarsakh, placing you under Balance or Sage. I can see arguments for both, but those born under the Sage are said to bear the Omen of Imagination. Brilliant minds, sharp wits, destined to solve life's greatest puzzles.
[Though he stands behind her, she can undoubtedly hear the affectionate smile in his voice.]
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[He hums thoughtfully as he considers, moving behind her and lightly running his hands up the length of her arms to rest gently against her shoulders, looking up at the sky to appreciate those constellations that could be seen by the naked eye.]
Late winter or early spring... that would be Ches or Tarsakh, placing you under Balance or Sage. I can see arguments for both, but those born under the Sage are said to bear the Omen of Imagination. Brilliant minds, sharp wits, destined to solve life's greatest puzzles.
[Though he stands behind her, she can undoubtedly hear the affectionate smile in his voice.]
I rather think that suits.