When Safrin appears, it's in a hush of starlight that takes Lyra by surprise. Perhaps she expected some kind of grand entrance, or, more likely, that no one should answer at all. Either way, she watches in awe as the goddess trails her fingers over the golden lily. Safrin is wrapped in galaxies, the fabric - if it can even be called that - rippling with power and beauty. Her eyes gleam in an otherworldly way that immediately draws Lyra in, coaxing her gaze to linger on the herald rather than drop to the floor.
The goddess speaks gently, smoothing away Lyra's worries with a smile like those shared between two dear friends. And before she can say anything more, Safrin is murmuring instructions. Joy blossoms in Lyra's chest as she realizes that her request is being fulfilled, and when the herald leans away, the woman bows her head respectfully. "Thank you!" she exclaims, a smile upon her lips. "I won't let you down!"
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The goddess speaks gently, smoothing away Lyra's worries with a smile like those shared between two dear friends. And before she can say anything more, Safrin is murmuring instructions. Joy blossoms in Lyra's chest as she realizes that her request is being fulfilled, and when the herald leans away, the woman bows her head respectfully. "Thank you!" she exclaims, a smile upon her lips. "I won't let you down!"
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Lyra
Too busy dancing to get knocked off our feet
