SAFRIN
"Foolish." Clenched teeth. Comets shattering in the frozen wasteland of space. Eyes clenched against weariness.
Safrin is there, hands white with tension, sitting atop the shrine. With eyes so dark now that Amalia's seem to pale in comparison, the deity all but sneers, looking down. Her eyelashes drip with sludge. "Are you so naive Amalia that you think flowers are going to fix this? That Vi just wanted to wait for it to be cool? That Mort would allow such suffering all for some fucking plants?!" Whether the 'plants' were the blighted ones, or the ones the girl now held, was unclear.
Safrin is there, hands white with tension, sitting atop the shrine. With eyes so dark now that Amalia's seem to pale in comparison, the deity all but sneers, looking down. Her eyelashes drip with sludge. "Are you so naive Amalia that you think flowers are going to fix this? That Vi just wanted to wait for it to be cool? That Mort would allow such suffering all for some fucking plants?!" Whether the 'plants' were the blighted ones, or the ones the girl now held, was unclear.
