Safrin
"Hello to you, too." With a raised eyebrow, Safrin's gaze slips over Ronin with scrutiny as much as surprise. It would have been unwise of him to ignore her call, but then, when had any of the Taliesin's been known for their wisdom?
Clearing her throat, Safrin adjusts the hem of her lace gown just so, before folding her hands elegantly across one knee. “I had an idea.” She begins, her tone suggesting that what followed would be a conversation despite everything else about her suggesting quite the opposite.
“Given that we both care about Seren and that you are currently…without purpose, I thought perhaps you might invest yourself in helping her become all that she can be.” A reasonable suggestion, on the face of it, surely.
Clearing her throat, Safrin adjusts the hem of her lace gown just so, before folding her hands elegantly across one knee. “I had an idea.” She begins, her tone suggesting that what followed would be a conversation despite everything else about her suggesting quite the opposite.
“Given that we both care about Seren and that you are currently…without purpose, I thought perhaps you might invest yourself in helping her become all that she can be.” A reasonable suggestion, on the face of it, surely.
