it's fine to fake it 'till you make it
Was Safrin perhaps a little smug that the child of one of Frey's demigods was at her shrine? Did the thought of it put a bit more colour in her cheeks that might otherwise not have been there, given all she'd been through?
"Knowing that you were thinking of me makes me happy." Safrin purrs softly, and where the seafoam on the shoreline has been built up from the relentless movement of the waves, the goddess appears. Though she doesn't shine as brightly as she had on the few occasions Jude would have seen her as a boy, she's nevertheless the epitome of dark elegance and grace as she steps toward him.
"Knowing that you were thinking of me makes me happy." Safrin purrs softly, and where the seafoam on the shoreline has been built up from the relentless movement of the waves, the goddess appears. Though she doesn't shine as brightly as she had on the few occasions Jude would have seen her as a boy, she's nevertheless the epitome of dark elegance and grace as she steps toward him.
'till you do. 'till it's true.
