Safrin
"I have killed for far less." Comes a voice from somewhere behind the ancient. Though Safrin's presence is normally heralded by the bloom of starlight and the scent of lavender, today she appears just after a sound not unlike tearing lace, as she steps through whatever cosmic curtain she'd been behind prior to this moment. With her arms folded neatly across her chest and her chin raised, the goddess gives the ancient a disparaging glance as her eyes narrow.
"Though I'm sure Dygra would have no qualms with her children disrespecting our side of the family tree, I'm sure she would advise against picking fights that you cannot win." So saying the herald's eyes flash toward the ash flicked near the base of her shrine, before rising back to the ancient.
"Though I'm sure Dygra would have no qualms with her children disrespecting our side of the family tree, I'm sure she would advise against picking fights that you cannot win." So saying the herald's eyes flash toward the ash flicked near the base of her shrine, before rising back to the ancient.
