Shine a light through an open door

Safrin Weary eyes suddenly darken with intensity as the conversation changes from something polite and procedural to that which Safrin covets above all else. Love. Fealty. Noah's name draws a small smile from her lips; the Foresake bound to her by extension of Vi, but it's a relationship she treasures just the same. Ronin. The man she'd met in the Glade and whose golden tongue and blue eyes had won her favour time and time again. And... Deimos' name is the one she'd expected to hear next, the one she and Hadama had spoken of when last they broached this subject. With eyes as dark as the empty and gaping pockets of space, Safrin straightens, her fingers snapping the stem of the delicate rose. "Do not be so clever, Tidebreaker, that you find yourself in waters best left untread." She murmured coldly, before letting the broken shards of glass fall from her fingers to reach out for one of Hadama's. "Fully mine? Or would you keep a part of yourself as your own?" If the Tidebreaker hadn't spoken to Deimos on this subject, he'd not know, perhaps, the distinction the goddess offered.