What Nina knew of Safrin was limited to what she'd heard secondhand, although she supposed that, were she to appeal to one of the gods, Safrin might be among her top choices as the God of Life's herald. After all, what was fire if not the source of all life? What information Marcus offered was filed away for future reference. Intention over grandeur - it seemed the goddess was not so very different from Nina herself.
She followed along as Marcus led the way, boots crunching in the snow and ice. The moonlight streamed down, lighting the tundra; Ember strayed from the humans, far enough that its flames did not mar the brilliance of the moonlit tundra, but not so far that it could not be easily called back to Nina's side. For once, the little fire sprite seemed content to follow along so long as it could explore along the way, and Nina began to relax once it became clear that Ember wasn't going to run off.
"Wonderful," she said. "How are we to harvest these moonshrooms? Is digging them up required, or will cutting them be sufficient?"
She followed along as Marcus led the way, boots crunching in the snow and ice. The moonlight streamed down, lighting the tundra; Ember strayed from the humans, far enough that its flames did not mar the brilliance of the moonlit tundra, but not so far that it could not be easily called back to Nina's side. For once, the little fire sprite seemed content to follow along so long as it could explore along the way, and Nina began to relax once it became clear that Ember wasn't going to run off.
"Wonderful," she said. "How are we to harvest these moonshrooms? Is digging them up required, or will cutting them be sufficient?"
Nina
