Safrin
Tilting her chin, where Safrin might have cowed immediately or at least appealed to Vi's more nurturing side, with Ronin present the goddess's hand felt forced. Lifting her chin, she swallowed haughtily, shaking her head with the sort of smile that said Vi had it all wrong. "There have..." Clearing her throat, she tries again. "Things have been complicated. Things I wouldn't bother you with. Things I had under control."
There was an explanation for all of it. Even Vanya.
Glancing at Ronin, pleadingly at first before realizing she'd forgotten herself, Safrin's gaze hardens as she looks defiantly back to Vi. "I will apologize to Mort that he had to intervene with Vanya, but Ronin...he is mine to do with what I will."
There was an explanation for all of it. Even Vanya.
Glancing at Ronin, pleadingly at first before realizing she'd forgotten herself, Safrin's gaze hardens as she looks defiantly back to Vi. "I will apologize to Mort that he had to intervene with Vanya, but Ronin...he is mine to do with what I will."
