I Got You, Babe

Vanya meant to keep her eyes on Ronin as he told his tale of meeting a goddess, and she'd succeeded with her brows raised skeptically at first. The Ocean was her goddess and always would be, and she certainly remembered their conversation on religions and dieties... but her gaze was drawn back to that pendant in her hand. She swore light moved within it, the way the sun dappled the sea floor. It was depthless and whispered promises she didn't understand, and her eyes narrowed upon it - as though that would draw whatever lay there to the suface.. or perhaps allow something in her to sink into its depths. She finally managed to turn glimmering eyes back up to Ronin as he concluded his recount of his meeting with this... Safrin. A goddess.. She took a deep and full breath, every part of her seeming to hum with a curious energy, she smiled at him. She believed him, she truly did. How could she not with the way he talked about her, the way his words felt in her? "Why am I unsurprised that a goddess would like to help you?" she said good naturedly. "Not even the devine can resist your roguish charm, can they?" She glanced down at the pendant again before she released it to rest over his skin once more, her hand laying flat over his chest again. A goddess. A real goddess. What did that mean? What sort of religions lived here, who was Safrin?What sort of goddess, how was she worshipped? She wondered for a moment what this meant for her own beloved Ocean - a motherly diety to the eldest Hali woman. Her unease did not last long, however. She would find the answers. As surely as she would find her family, she would figure out where her Ocean was, and she would understand this being that saw fit to grant her love a boon. Vanya stepped closer on steady legs until she half leaned against him, her hand holding his shirt resting over the arm he'd looped over her waist. The sea bird tilted her head up to look at Ronin, smiling at him with a dancing gaze. "Well, if this Safrin will aid you in defeating the beast that dared try to take you from me," she said with surety. "Then I am grateful to her. Does she have a shrine? I've heard talk of them." Her head tilted, silken curls slipping over a shoulder as she thought. "My siblings and I used to give offerings to the Ocean - perhaps she would be receptive to offerings of thanks." vanya i will leave a light on.