Safrin
Safrin’s gaze shifted between them, the mention of the Dreamwalker potentially being alive doing little to draw alarm from her. "Alas, most of those who were there when the creature was slain are dead now," she said with a small shrug. "Though I believe its antlers were once sold by the Merchant’s Guild. Perhaps they might be useful, if you are determined to go digging through old nightmares."
At the mention of the sand, Safrin’s expression sharpened with a delicate sort of vindication, as though Ronin had only confirmed what ought to have been obvious from the start. "Bags of dreamsand?" she repeated, one brow lifting. "That certainly sounds like Ludo to me."
Her attention settled on Ronin as his praise followed, and whether it was genuine, strategic, or both, it struck its mark all the same. The cool edge of her expression softened, vanity and satisfaction smoothing away the last of her irritation as she inclined her head to him, then to Melita. "See that you are careful in the jungle," she said, the warning light enough to be dismissed and sharp enough not to be ignored. "I would hate for all of this concern to have been wasted." With that, the starlight around her folded inward. One moment Safrin stood before them in midnight silk and luminous beauty; the next, she was gone, leaving only the candles trembling in her wake.
At the mention of the sand, Safrin’s expression sharpened with a delicate sort of vindication, as though Ronin had only confirmed what ought to have been obvious from the start. "Bags of dreamsand?" she repeated, one brow lifting. "That certainly sounds like Ludo to me."
Her attention settled on Ronin as his praise followed, and whether it was genuine, strategic, or both, it struck its mark all the same. The cool edge of her expression softened, vanity and satisfaction smoothing away the last of her irritation as she inclined her head to him, then to Melita. "See that you are careful in the jungle," she said, the warning light enough to be dismissed and sharp enough not to be ignored. "I would hate for all of this concern to have been wasted." With that, the starlight around her folded inward. One moment Safrin stood before them in midnight silk and luminous beauty; the next, she was gone, leaving only the candles trembling in her wake.
