Safrin was terrifyingly beautiful. Or perhaps, to Jigano, she was beautifully terrifying. A single glance at her shining form was enough for him to dip his head again, heart hammering at having his prayer answered, hopes and fears all tangled up and tight in his chest as he swallowed against a mouth gone dry.
The bard was mindful of Amalia's words - be humble - and of how his tongue could trip him up. He ducked his head in acknowledgment of her mention of his poem, relieved that it had not offended, but accepted the goddess's recognition of the work without attempting to defend or qualify it further. If it had earned him a chance, then the hours of work put into its crafting had been well spent.
"I am not here for anyone but you tonight, Safrin," he managed more steadily than he had expected, fingers folded tight on his knees as he focused on the flowers that grew around the foot of her altar. "For the debt I owe you - the high-handed rudeness I have approached you with in the past - I am sorry. I took your power for granted and without consideration for your own responsibilities as a goddess of this world, and not just my place in it." Asking questions that weren't yet ready to be answered; seeking information that was not his business, and demanding answers that were not his to have.
He bowed lower, barely daring to breathe. Words continued to pile up behind his tongue - asking forgiveness, of if a road to atonement might be found - but he held them back, having spoken the heart of his prayer and awaiting Safrin's response in anxiousl silence.
The bard was mindful of Amalia's words - be humble - and of how his tongue could trip him up. He ducked his head in acknowledgment of her mention of his poem, relieved that it had not offended, but accepted the goddess's recognition of the work without attempting to defend or qualify it further. If it had earned him a chance, then the hours of work put into its crafting had been well spent.
"I am not here for anyone but you tonight, Safrin," he managed more steadily than he had expected, fingers folded tight on his knees as he focused on the flowers that grew around the foot of her altar. "For the debt I owe you - the high-handed rudeness I have approached you with in the past - I am sorry. I took your power for granted and without consideration for your own responsibilities as a goddess of this world, and not just my place in it." Asking questions that weren't yet ready to be answered; seeking information that was not his business, and demanding answers that were not his to have.
He bowed lower, barely daring to breathe. Words continued to pile up behind his tongue - asking forgiveness, of if a road to atonement might be found - but he held them back, having spoken the heart of his prayer and awaiting Safrin's response in anxiousl silence.
