navigate the storm

Safrin whisper my name into the sky “Well good.” His smile brought out one of her own, winking in his direction despite the minuscule display of joy he’d shown her. Surprised that he laughed rather than threw daggers at her as he might have done, Safrin raised a brow. “It isn’t entirely your fault of course. Your soul was tarnished in a world....without our issues, you might say.” She shrugged. “We all make the best of what we’re given, though you can feel free to take it up with the Voice should you ever choose.” A challenge, a suggestion, or a death sentence? Who could ever really say with Safrin. Glancing at the ring offered to her, Safrin took it within her palm knowing well Deimos held his back. “What would you have it enchanted with?” She wondered, having ideas of her own of course, but love...well, love always had its own ideas. & the heavens will bow