Safrin
Though Safrin's gaze is knowing—she of course knows precisely where Finn lives (and likely a great deal more things he'd be uncomfortable were he aware of)—she merely nods. "I think that would suit her very well. In fact, I think she'll enjoy it."
Smiling down, Safrin continues to stroke the small creature who silently opens her beak as a gesture of appreciation. "She's a little like you, actually." The goddess adds with a small smile. "She sees far more than she lets on."
Rising, Artemide hopping awkwardly towards Finn (owls are not graceful walkers, as we all know), the goddess brushes a few leaves from her gown. "I'll return once I have the things for your strings. Is that a deal?"
Smiling down, Safrin continues to stroke the small creature who silently opens her beak as a gesture of appreciation. "She's a little like you, actually." The goddess adds with a small smile. "She sees far more than she lets on."
Rising, Artemide hopping awkwardly towards Finn (owls are not graceful walkers, as we all know), the goddess brushes a few leaves from her gown. "I'll return once I have the things for your strings. Is that a deal?"
