'till your fingers decompose
The candles burn brighter as Safrin appears, the accompanying scent of lilac and ozone sweeping through the upper level of the lighthouse. "We all have our bad days, mmm?" Reaching for the small sphere of sea glass, the goddess considers it for a moment before tossing it casually into the air where it shatters and freezes; the minute pieces spreading out like small stars, before rising toward the ceiling and embedding themselves in the stone.
"Nice to see how things have turned around.." For all her love of drama, Safrin isn't displeased by the pairing of Torchline's queen and one of her most useful followers, not least of all because of the pain it must surely cause Flora's parents.
"And a ring made by Deimos. Beautiful." So saying the goddess reaches forward and as her fingers press against the ring, it glows ozone-blue for a moment before dulling.
Flora has received
Mind Shield | A golden ring that when worn blocks basic telepathic magic at 10ft.
"Nice to see how things have turned around.." For all her love of drama, Safrin isn't displeased by the pairing of Torchline's queen and one of her most useful followers, not least of all because of the pain it must surely cause Flora's parents.
"And a ring made by Deimos. Beautiful." So saying the goddess reaches forward and as her fingers press against the ring, it glows ozone-blue for a moment before dulling.
Flora has received
Mind Shield | A golden ring that when worn blocks basic telepathic magic at 10ft.
keep my hand in yours.
