Safrin
Her laughter drapes around him like warm silk, quiet and knowing, spun from stardust and secrets. "Then let it float,”" Safrin murmurs, eyes gleaming like galaxies caught mid-twirl. "Let it rise until even the stars look up and wonder who dared be that joyful."
She sees the stiffening of his spine, the careful way he holds himself beside her. She sees it, and she chooses not to correct it—only to soften it. With the casual intimacy of someone who’s watched him grow into himself, she nudges her shoulder gently against his. A playful little touch, light as moonlight and just as inevitable. "You’re allowed to sit beside me, Zavien."
Her gaze turns back to the glinting curve of the city on the horizon, where pinpricks of golden light have begun to flicker in windows and towers. "You’ve done well," she says, and there's no divine echo to it. J"And I agree. They deserve to feel safe. To be proud of where they live. To belong."
Considering for a moment, she turns, one brow arching as she studies his expression anew. "Have you ever considered leading them?" she asks, voice low but pointed, curiosity wrapped in the shape of a challenge. "Helping Stormbreak reach its full potential not just with your hands, but with your vision? Your heart?" A pause, her smile a crescent moon.
She sees the stiffening of his spine, the careful way he holds himself beside her. She sees it, and she chooses not to correct it—only to soften it. With the casual intimacy of someone who’s watched him grow into himself, she nudges her shoulder gently against his. A playful little touch, light as moonlight and just as inevitable. "You’re allowed to sit beside me, Zavien."
Her gaze turns back to the glinting curve of the city on the horizon, where pinpricks of golden light have begun to flicker in windows and towers. "You’ve done well," she says, and there's no divine echo to it. J"And I agree. They deserve to feel safe. To be proud of where they live. To belong."
Considering for a moment, she turns, one brow arching as she studies his expression anew. "Have you ever considered leading them?" she asks, voice low but pointed, curiosity wrapped in the shape of a challenge. "Helping Stormbreak reach its full potential not just with your hands, but with your vision? Your heart?" A pause, her smile a crescent moon.
