SAFRIN
"How nice for you, to be so soothed by your ignorance." The goddess snaps, glaring daggers at the bowed head. It would take a mere breath to snap the neck it was attached to and forever end this charade of piety.
"You won't let me fade away?" Safrin repeats, her voice as thin as ice on a leaf. "You? With your mortal soul, your bleeding heart?" Reaching forward the goddess raises Amalia's chin, nearly nose to nose with her now. "Shield, he called you." She whispered then. "To protect me? Or to hide me."
And then, the most ludicrous suggestion of all. A flower. A fucking flower.
"Do you even hear yourself, Amalia? A flower must be able to help. Just a touch mm? And then all is magically better? How nice of Vi to leave them for you, without instruction I presume? Just scattered about his shrine. Not mine, his. He could do all of this himself, he could heal me and have me do it. But no. It is you who is here."
Snapping her teeth together, her eyes narrow. "Tell me Amalia. Have you seen this work? Have you seen the magic so promised to you?"
"You won't let me fade away?" Safrin repeats, her voice as thin as ice on a leaf. "You? With your mortal soul, your bleeding heart?" Reaching forward the goddess raises Amalia's chin, nearly nose to nose with her now. "Shield, he called you." She whispered then. "To protect me? Or to hide me."
And then, the most ludicrous suggestion of all. A flower. A fucking flower.
"Do you even hear yourself, Amalia? A flower must be able to help. Just a touch mm? And then all is magically better? How nice of Vi to leave them for you, without instruction I presume? Just scattered about his shrine. Not mine, his. He could do all of this himself, he could heal me and have me do it. But no. It is you who is here."
Snapping her teeth together, her eyes narrow. "Tell me Amalia. Have you seen this work? Have you seen the magic so promised to you?"
