Safrin appears where moments before there was only shadow, a beautiful, gleaming coalescence of starlight made woman. Lyra bows her head respectfully at the goddess's appearance. Safrin's praise lands with a warmth that feels hard-won, and Lyra raises her gaze to meet Safrin's with a grateful smile. Tension that she hadn't realized she'd been holding in her shoulders releases, and the woman says, "Thank you," before falling silent to observe.
The goddess touches graceful fingertips to the packet of herbs, and it alights with a silver glow that is far more beautiful, in Lyra's eyes, than flames ever could be. When Safrin inspects the ring and hands it to Lyra, she takes it reverently, slipping it onto her finger as though she might never again take it off.
But that is not all; Safrin regards her with an expression that Lyra has a hard time reading before offering her something else - something unknown, unstated, that feels almost like a challenge. Her touch is both cool and electric at once, raising goosebumps on the woman's arms as Safrin gently brushes her hair away from her face. But Lyra trusts the starlit goddess, and after a moment's pause to consider, she says, "I will gladly receive anything you would give me."
The goddess touches graceful fingertips to the packet of herbs, and it alights with a silver glow that is far more beautiful, in Lyra's eyes, than flames ever could be. When Safrin inspects the ring and hands it to Lyra, she takes it reverently, slipping it onto her finger as though she might never again take it off.
But that is not all; Safrin regards her with an expression that Lyra has a hard time reading before offering her something else - something unknown, unstated, that feels almost like a challenge. Her touch is both cool and electric at once, raising goosebumps on the woman's arms as Safrin gently brushes her hair away from her face. But Lyra trusts the starlit goddess, and after a moment's pause to consider, she says, "I will gladly receive anything you would give me."
Lyra Abrams
