SAFRIN
The goddess blinks as if waiting for a punchline, before tilting her head back with a peal of silvery laughter. "A pocket-sized wagon." Her fingertips find the impossibly strong curve of his jaw as she smiles adoringly at her star. "Only you could say such a thing and make it sound reasonable." She chuckles.
Considering his request, the goddess tugs in a breath. "Alright then. Three things: something small with the potential to be large, something large with the potential to be small, and a mirror."
Considering his request, the goddess tugs in a breath. "Alright then. Three things: something small with the potential to be large, something large with the potential to be small, and a mirror."
