SAFRIN
"A poetic and beautiful gift..." Safrin's voice is like touched velvet beneath candle light, her skin moon-bright. She is suddenly there, in the blush of the flame, the warmth of it a beautiful clash against the cool starry-sheen of her eyes. Her perfectly painted lips spread into a smile as starlight softly descends around them, illuminating the area with the goddess' brilliance. "..from a beautiful and poetic boy."
Sitting, the swish of her dress hugging to her curves as if not wanting to part from her skin, Safrin folds her hands into her lap. "Many who have come here seeking to know us have gone mad with what they learn, Harper Quinn." With a secretive rise and fall of her shoulders, the goddess merely sighs softly. "What is it you wish to know?"
Sitting, the swish of her dress hugging to her curves as if not wanting to part from her skin, Safrin folds her hands into her lap. "Many who have come here seeking to know us have gone mad with what they learn, Harper Quinn." With a secretive rise and fall of her shoulders, the goddess merely sighs softly. "What is it you wish to know?"
