sweet dreams till sunbeams find you, sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
The thrill Safrin feels to hear him say so is not something she could put into words. Mortals, for how fleeting and fickle they could be, offering the gods something that their eternal lives and epistemic-scopes simply lack: whimsy. Optimism. Love. Her smile spreads slowly, cheeks alight with girlish charm as she beams at him. "I will eagerly await your return, as I always do."
Nearly does she reach for him then. If she pulled him to her now, would he forget his addled-love, sickly in bed? Would he succumb to the needs of his flesh; an itch that dreams simply can't scratch the way she could? Sighing softly, Safrin nods. "You are a good man, Ronin Taliesin."
Nearly does she reach for him then. If she pulled him to her now, would he forget his addled-love, sickly in bed? Would he succumb to the needs of his flesh; an itch that dreams simply can't scratch the way she could? Sighing softly, Safrin nods. "You are a good man, Ronin Taliesin."
but in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me
