Safrin
"How do they know what my galaxies look like, I wonder?" Safrin's voice is thoughtful if not a touch cold. Appearing in a warm rush of starlight that has the various candles flickering and sputtering, thus ruining the illusion cast by Rhiannon's orb, the goddess's presence causes star-bright light to radiate throughout the shrine. "There are so few who I have shown them to." She muses, glancing a touch dismissively at the soldier as she runs a finger over the glass.
"I cannot make you an attuned any more than I can grant you magic." The goddess says, turning her galactic gaze toward the abandoned. "Your soul will always be tainted with the magic you carry, but...there are options, of course." Being a hybrid chief among them.
"But why have you called to me? What you ask is no small thing, and yours is not a face I have ever seen before, much less taken favour in.."
"I cannot make you an attuned any more than I can grant you magic." The goddess says, turning her galactic gaze toward the abandoned. "Your soul will always be tainted with the magic you carry, but...there are options, of course." Being a hybrid chief among them.
"But why have you called to me? What you ask is no small thing, and yours is not a face I have ever seen before, much less taken favour in.."
