pilgrim's promise

Safrin “My my, and aren’t we all a long way from home.” As Safrin appeared through cracks of light in the air, a breath of warm wind rushed around them. Feathers were coated and chilly bones were instantly warmed as the goddess appeared in all of her starry-wonder. Though she flashed both Deimos and Kiada a warm smile, it was upon Amalia that her gaze focused, though perhaps not for the most obvious of reasons. Though they were all far from home that was true, both the Sword and the harpy had come far further than this, during their once upon a times. Amalia though? Never before had her feet (wings, paws, hooves) carried her quite like this. “I must admit, though the cold can be rather deadly, there are few better places to watch the stars.”