[say]"Safrin is fine, sugar."[/say] The goddess drawled, vivacity sparking for a fleeting moment like a comet trail through her eyes as she looked from Adam to Amalia and back again. Adam's boldness was a welcome change to the looks that her frailty inspired—even Amalia, normally so bold in her piety seemed cowed by the goddess' current state.
[say]"Well now. Were I Frey you might have more than just a mouthful to worry about."[/say] Safrin said, her voice equal parts amusement equal parts disdain for her fellow god. Then, pouting softly, the goddess shook her head. [say]"It's that noticeable, mmm?"[/say] She murmured, eyes falling softly upon Amalia as if thinking she might be the only one to offer up real honesty.
[say]"Well now. Were I Frey you might have more than just a mouthful to worry about."[/say] Safrin said, her voice equal parts amusement equal parts disdain for her fellow god. Then, pouting softly, the goddess shook her head. [say]"It's that noticeable, mmm?"[/say] She murmured, eyes falling softly upon Amalia as if thinking she might be the only one to offer up real honesty.