The goddess chuckles. This notion of solidifying memories is so very human , but she adores Amalia. That, and the girl is implicitly appealing to the deity's vanity in a way she is hopeless to resist. "Some of me, hmm?" It isn't what Amalia meant in all likelihood, but it is what she will get. Nothing so predictable as a moon or a star, but a literal piece of Safrin.
Reaching a hand and placing it against her chest and then indeed pushing it through and into her chest cavity, there is a small click, as if a piece of something has been broken off. Pulling her fingers out, there is a midnight-purple bit of bone between Safrin's fingers. As it catches the light it shines revealing an infinite number of stars within that just as quickly disappear. It is warm to the touch (and always will be). Rigid and porous unlike any earthly material, the goddess presses it against the necklace and there it fuses.
Reaching a hand and placing it against her chest and then indeed pushing it through and into her chest cavity, there is a small click, as if a piece of something has been broken off. Pulling her fingers out, there is a midnight-purple bit of bone between Safrin's fingers. As it catches the light it shines revealing an infinite number of stars within that just as quickly disappear. It is warm to the touch (and always will be). Rigid and porous unlike any earthly material, the goddess presses it against the necklace and there it fuses.
SAFRIN
