Safrin
"I think you could do more than ten seconds." Laughing under her breath, Jack will feel the most subtle strains of thought trickling through. Approval. Agreement. Enjoyement. They're nothing more than motes of light flickering across his mental view, but then, they're having such a nice chat Safrin didn't see any point in ruining it by reducing Jack to a slobbering idiot.
"You mean when one of Torchline's former queens promised you a flying ship without speaking to me first?" Safrin raises a brow, and while her tone is a touch dismissive, amusement flickers in the starlight depths of her gaze. "Something you love, for something that I love...it's a deal." Shifting in order to set her cup down, the goddess extends her hand for the captain to shake.
"You mean when one of Torchline's former queens promised you a flying ship without speaking to me first?" Safrin raises a brow, and while her tone is a touch dismissive, amusement flickers in the starlight depths of her gaze. "Something you love, for something that I love...it's a deal." Shifting in order to set her cup down, the goddess extends her hand for the captain to shake.
