The skies of the tundra are vast. Mountains reach upwards like silent fingers to clutch at the velveteen blackness and despite how they groan and stretch, never are they any closer to the stars than when they began.
The clearness is the only reason Safrin tolerates this place at all, with its oppressive chill. She likes the hostility though—this eat or be eaten vista—but the cold has never quite suited her (she hasn't the penchant for rags like some).
Falling like a star with all the fiery blaze of a comet, a subtle arrival some might say, Safrin lands amidst the snow and ice; her starlight sheen of her presence reflected upon the landscape and transforming it into a mini galactic wave of light.
Open to all (so long as you more or less have a reason to be here ;) )
This can count as a SHRINE VISIT if you need one, or a RE/God encounter!
The clearness is the only reason Safrin tolerates this place at all, with its oppressive chill. She likes the hostility though—this eat or be eaten vista—but the cold has never quite suited her (she hasn't the penchant for rags like some).
Falling like a star with all the fiery blaze of a comet, a subtle arrival some might say, Safrin lands amidst the snow and ice; her starlight sheen of her presence reflected upon the landscape and transforming it into a mini galactic wave of light.
Open to all (so long as you more or less have a reason to be here ;) )
This can count as a SHRINE VISIT if you need one, or a RE/God encounter!
