she who loved you yesterday

"Know them?" Safrin repeats the question, finding that it leaves a strange sensation upon her lips. "If it helps your mortal mind to think of it that way sweet one, then yes. I know them." The string of questions makes the deity pause, galactic stare weighty with patience, her full and painted lips twisting slightly with thousands of answers. But how many to give? What could this fragile mind take in before it burst? "They are where they have always been. It is we who have been removed." Her lashes flutter softly and with a calming breath, a cascade of warmth and honey-suckle sweet wind emanates from the being, filling Amalia with a sense of serene composure. The goddess does not aim to remove Amalia's righteous worry or anxiety, merely to quiet it. "308 years is not so long. For you perhaps, you who were born and will age and then die. But for those of us who do not, it has not been such a great length of time." Even so, Safrin was slowly growing uneasy with their current situation as well, however her beautiful face was an impeccable mask of composure. "Free?" Safrin muses with a genuine smile of amusement. "There are few things which are forever sweet one, and I do not believe this situation is one of them. Though whether you will see change in your lifetime is not something I can guarantee." Safrin The devil is not as black as he is painted