Not So Simply Divine (Open)

Safrin the devil is not as black as he is painted "And yet you only give as an offering qualities you possess in a functional capacity. Speed. Strength, etc. " Safrin retorted with a gentle shrug. Despite the verbal hackles which felt like they were being raised, the goddess had grown more complacent. Defensiveness was tedious. "You didn't mention your passions or desires, presumably because you didn't think they were as useful or what I wanted to hear about." Again the being shrugged her shoulders, the star shine of the gown she wore readjusting itself in waves against her body. "Which says a lot about you." With a silvery bell-like laughter, the goddess gently folded her arms. "A word of advice little one: do not try and peer into the minds of beings so much vaster than you. Honesty will serve you far better than trying to parse out what we do or do not want to hear." As Elyna continued, the goddess listened with dwindling patience. Yes, yes. Ely was strong of body and spirit and mind and soul and everything else. How perfectly wonderful that she'd triumphed over such adversity. Yawn. "Why, because I thought you might be interesting." Safrin chuckled with a wink. "You are right that I needn't be here; that I needn't have answered your call at all. "