she who loved you yesterday

Safrin Safrin's gaze narrows but her expression immediately softens as she takes a breath. "Yes...we felt her presence re-awaken." The edges of the goddess' mouth twitch ever so slightly. Was this not the path they knew the mortals would walk? So why her surprise? "Do not cry, darling one." Safrin said sweetly, a warm starstream of air coming to gently wipe away the tears that had not fallen, the soothing warmth settling around her shoulders like a shawl. "You said no, that is all that matters." With a gentle smile, Safrin shakes her head darkly. "Perhaps Vi and Mort are working on a way to fully quell their rebellion. I am sad to say I have no way of knowing. Our part is merely to contain their evil for as long as is necessary, even if it is forever." At the question of what was in the Spire, Safrin's posture changed. She stiffened, eyes sparkling darkly as a knowing but dangerous smile danced on her painted lips. "Do the New Gods roam free?" She whispered, then extended a hand towards Amalia. "Remember when you saw her. The Voice. Tell me what you see.." If she were to take Safrin's hand, the same illusory landscape would appear between the two as it had when the goddess had put on her demonstration before. If Amalia could recall clearly, she would find that she already had the answer.