Safrin
Accepting his hand, Koa will feel a low hum of power emanating from the goddess. It's dampened down, of course, but every muscle in his body will awaken to the ultraviolet current that passes from her to him, his very soul seeming to awaken like a flower during a rainstorm.
"I don't disagree. It's all the more beautiful now that the city is in the clouds with nothing to disturb the view." Safrin agrees as she settles onto the pillow, eyeing the food the dragoon had brought and so painstakingly laid out. "How could I resist?" Beaming at him, the goddess leans comfortably back on one of her hands, and while she still emanates the sort of presence that utterly defies mortality, there is something wonderfully girlish about her just now. Perhaps it's the way she's near enough for small freckles to be seen banding across the bridge of her nose, or how Koa might notice her fingernails are a perfect blush shade of pink.
"Have they? I'm so pleased to hear it."
"I don't disagree. It's all the more beautiful now that the city is in the clouds with nothing to disturb the view." Safrin agrees as she settles onto the pillow, eyeing the food the dragoon had brought and so painstakingly laid out. "How could I resist?" Beaming at him, the goddess leans comfortably back on one of her hands, and while she still emanates the sort of presence that utterly defies mortality, there is something wonderfully girlish about her just now. Perhaps it's the way she's near enough for small freckles to be seen banding across the bridge of her nose, or how Koa might notice her fingernails are a perfect blush shade of pink.
"Have they? I'm so pleased to hear it."
