"I am always listening." Safrin mused from somewhere not quite corporeal, but still somehow close. A warm breeze reminiscent of spring glades and the earthy scent of rain sweeps gently though, ruffling through the pale feathers of the raven. Through what might best be described as a curtain in the fabric of reality, Safrin simply appears, slipping from one plane to the next.
Starlit beauty and soft smiles, the goddess looks warmly at the avian creature. "Where once you may indeed have had the strength to do just that, this world as you know is a far cry from the one that raised you." This too, the bard surely knew. "What is it you need?"
Starlit beauty and soft smiles, the goddess looks warmly at the avian creature. "Where once you may indeed have had the strength to do just that, this world as you know is a far cry from the one that raised you." This too, the bard surely knew. "What is it you need?"
