Smiling warmly as Deimos arrives, the goddess goes to him. As always their relationship is a nuanced thing, and so it's with a hand against the curl of his bicep and nothing more, than she gazes up at him. Starlight and ease pour from her fingertips, and somewhere far away in Halo, Deimos' body will relax all the further into slumber as tension is pulled from his muscles.
Turning as Ronin appears, the herald's reception of her Supernova is a far more intimate thing indeed, one that sees Safrin reaching out for his hand to draw him out of his bow and curling her fingers against his own with a tight squeeze. Ronin's body too, far away in the mountains will relax for her touch.
Stepping back to appraise them both, the goddess draws a deep breath. "I cannot say for sure, Deimos." She answers solemnly. "You both have pledged yourselves to me in ways others have not." Safrin's fingers open slightly as if to indicate why none of her other followers are present in this moment. "I know for many the war seems like a long ago thing, but I know this is not so for the two of you, and though I hate to call on you both so soon...I fear something is coming."
Turning as Ronin appears, the herald's reception of her Supernova is a far more intimate thing indeed, one that sees Safrin reaching out for his hand to draw him out of his bow and curling her fingers against his own with a tight squeeze. Ronin's body too, far away in the mountains will relax for her touch.
Stepping back to appraise them both, the goddess draws a deep breath. "I cannot say for sure, Deimos." She answers solemnly. "You both have pledged yourselves to me in ways others have not." Safrin's fingers open slightly as if to indicate why none of her other followers are present in this moment. "I know for many the war seems like a long ago thing, but I know this is not so for the two of you, and though I hate to call on you both so soon...I fear something is coming."
