"Tiana," Oberyn repeated. He could feel the stars in his eyes as he envisioned her. Her long, flowing hair - her otherworldly grace. Even among the Nephilim, blessed with their uncanny beauty, she was a star.
"I never know what to say about my past, Rav. She always had this shy side to her. It didn't matter who she was around. She always hid her smile. Never spoke up about the things that bothered her…but when it was just the two of us, her and me, she never had that look in her eyes. She was confident, always smiling. Happy."
"Precious!" Rav had a big, stupid grin on his face. "And that the first thing you think of isn't how she makes you feel, but how you make her feel...so romantic!"
"Yeah, I suppose so…"
