Safrin
Safrin did not arrive in a blaze of celestial grandeur, nor did the sky tremble at her presence. Instead, the air simply grew heavier with quiet expectation, the faintest shimmer of starlight settling in the space around the shrine. A breeze, warm and fragrant with the scent of night-blooming flowers, teased at the edges of Koa’s hair before the goddess finally made herself known.
She stood before him with effortless poise, her expression unreadable, lips curved into something that might have been amusement or detachment—it was hard to tell. "Sorry, just little old me" she purred, arching a brow. There was no true malice in her words, but there was something cool in the way her gaze flickered over him, assessing. Perhaps she had expected better. Perhaps she was merely entertained by his misguided prayer. Either way, she made no effort to mask her amusement as she reached out, running a single finger along the rim of the carefully chosen pot. "A lovely offering, though" she mused, the silver bark gleaming faintly beneath her touch.
Vi was distant, far removed from the daily struggles of mortals. But she? She was here. And for all her apparent aloofness, Safrin would not have come if she didn’t care. Tilting her head, she finally let her gaze settle on Koa fully, the distant amusement in her expression softening by a fraction.
"I'm afraid you do know what to do," Safrin offers gently. "Halo's springs need to be rebuilt, or a flower needs to be found."
She stood before him with effortless poise, her expression unreadable, lips curved into something that might have been amusement or detachment—it was hard to tell. "Sorry, just little old me" she purred, arching a brow. There was no true malice in her words, but there was something cool in the way her gaze flickered over him, assessing. Perhaps she had expected better. Perhaps she was merely entertained by his misguided prayer. Either way, she made no effort to mask her amusement as she reached out, running a single finger along the rim of the carefully chosen pot. "A lovely offering, though" she mused, the silver bark gleaming faintly beneath her touch.
Vi was distant, far removed from the daily struggles of mortals. But she? She was here. And for all her apparent aloofness, Safrin would not have come if she didn’t care. Tilting her head, she finally let her gaze settle on Koa fully, the distant amusement in her expression softening by a fraction.
"I'm afraid you do know what to do," Safrin offers gently. "Halo's springs need to be rebuilt, or a flower needs to be found."
