Safrin
Safrin hears every thought as it flickers and blooms, every sharp-edged memory of demigods and devotion, every old resentment put there by Ronin and Sunjata like a thorned vine around a jewel. She offers no explanation for any of it, no excuse softened into silk, no defence for the way power has remade those Flora loves, because to Safrin’s mind none is necessary. They had all known what it meant to kneel, to swear, to be lifted high enough that the fall became part of the bargain, just as Flora knows now.
Turning from the window, the goddess looks at the queen with a smile bright enough to make the room feel briefly overfull of stars. "Yes," she says simply, her voice warm, intimate, and utterly without hesitation. "I am."
She lets the answer settle between them, beautiful and dangerous as a blade laid flat across open palms, before one dark brow rises and her smile deepens. "You know the cost of what I offer. A lifetime of fealty. To never let my name slip undefended when you hear it dragged through the mud. To be called upon when I need you, and to have you rise to the occasion just as you’ve done for Torchline."
Safrin steps closer, starlight catching in her hair and along the flawless line of her cheek, and the air between them seems to narrow until there is only the goddess, the queen, and the impossible glitter of what might come next. Reaching out, she brushes a loose curl behind Flora’s ear with a touch so gentle it nearly disguises the possession beneath it, her eyes sparkling with all the terrible generosity of heaven itself.
"And in return," she murmurs, her smile turning radiant, "everything."
Safrin is offering to make Flora a demigod using Odd's level 15 Impossible Thing prize.
Turning from the window, the goddess looks at the queen with a smile bright enough to make the room feel briefly overfull of stars. "Yes," she says simply, her voice warm, intimate, and utterly without hesitation. "I am."
She lets the answer settle between them, beautiful and dangerous as a blade laid flat across open palms, before one dark brow rises and her smile deepens. "You know the cost of what I offer. A lifetime of fealty. To never let my name slip undefended when you hear it dragged through the mud. To be called upon when I need you, and to have you rise to the occasion just as you’ve done for Torchline."
Safrin steps closer, starlight catching in her hair and along the flawless line of her cheek, and the air between them seems to narrow until there is only the goddess, the queen, and the impossible glitter of what might come next. Reaching out, she brushes a loose curl behind Flora’s ear with a touch so gentle it nearly disguises the possession beneath it, her eyes sparkling with all the terrible generosity of heaven itself.
"And in return," she murmurs, her smile turning radiant, "everything."
Safrin is offering to make Flora a demigod using Odd's level 15 Impossible Thing prize.
