she who loved you yesterday

As the fire-bright light caused by the setting sun billows through the windows, everything suddenly seems to shimmer with potential. Starbursts of breathtaking iridescence seem to coat everything, rendering it like a world made of glass or set in crystal. That Amalia has never seen those she is praying to is no surprise of course, for the Old Gods have not been seen within this horrific prison since it was erected. But that doesn't mean that no one has been seen. Perhaps it is because it is Vi's shrine that the woman kneels before, perhaps it is simply that Safrin is up to her old tricks, or perhaps it is the way the golden light catches upon the golden hair and seems to set it afire that the goddess deigns to appear. In a crescendo of silent star shine Safrin seems to slip her way into reality as if through a curtain. Her beauty is ethereal and unlike her divine counterparts in this place, hers is a decidedly female form all the time. Striking as her appearance might be, it is her eyes which always garner the attention of those she meets; they are galaxies into themselves. Swirling pockets of light, infinitely deep with whispers of the secrets of the universe dangling like dew in her long lashes. The lights dim suddenly and soft orbs of light rise around the two to gently cast the space into a warm wreath of light. "What lovely words." She muses, her voice like aurelian bells at midnight. "Though they cannot hear you. Not anymore." Seating herself on what appears to be a pillar of darkest marble that was certainly not there a moment ago, the goddess languidly crosses her legs and casts a vivacious stare down upon the kneeling woman. "But that does not mean that your fealty goes unnoticed." The goddess continued with a smile that revealed pearly white and slightly sharpened teeth. Safrin The devil is not as black as he is painted