Safrin
everything looks perfect
from far away
from far away
Safrin’s eyes softened as Zavien’s gentle words faded into the quiet murmur of the gathering. Her tear, still shining in the dim light, slid slowly down her cheek. Without a word, she shook her head slowly—a silent admission of the unanswerable sorrow she bore. Glancing toward Sol, the goddess offered a delicate smile before accepting the strip of cloth from the soldier.
"Because it happened during LongNight...not even I can see what happened to her," she murmured softly, the words carrying the bitter ache of defeat. There was no further explanation—only the quiet, raw pain of a mother mourning a lost star.
Yet even as the weight of her grief pressed upon her, Safrin’s eyes lifted to meet Zavien’s with a determined tenderness. "I do not wish my sorrow to dampen your light," she murmured, her words a gentle benediction meant to steady him. In that quiet, fragile moment, her gaze held a promise—an invitation to carry on despite the darkness. "I look forward to seeing you soon," she whispered softly, the echo of her voice a tender caress on the night air, before stepping back into the gathering shadows.
~FIN
"Because it happened during LongNight...not even I can see what happened to her," she murmured softly, the words carrying the bitter ache of defeat. There was no further explanation—only the quiet, raw pain of a mother mourning a lost star.
Yet even as the weight of her grief pressed upon her, Safrin’s eyes lifted to meet Zavien’s with a determined tenderness. "I do not wish my sorrow to dampen your light," she murmured, her words a gentle benediction meant to steady him. In that quiet, fragile moment, her gaze held a promise—an invitation to carry on despite the darkness. "I look forward to seeing you soon," she whispered softly, the echo of her voice a tender caress on the night air, before stepping back into the gathering shadows.
~FIN
