sweet dreams till sunbeams find you, sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
Safrin very much doubted that it was the size of the problem so much as how Oliver had phrased it. He did have a way of sounding oh so very whiny about things. "Frey doesn't care about you. They care about very, very little. I will give you a piece of advice though, and perhaps this you can share with those you aim to help. If your problems are small, keep them to yourself. We heralds are not here to hear your worries and ease your sorrows. We are gods Oliver, not kindly spirits from your bedtime stories." Annoyance crinkled the corners of her eyes for a moment as she straightened with an easy shrug. "Remind your friends of that, should the opportunity arise."
That Oliver had ... moved on, it seemed, was only vaguely interesting. But of course Safrin cared far more about herself than about Oliver's love life, and part of that concern was in thwarting Frey. 'Well, we can't have this, than can we?" So saying, her fingers waved. Starlight trickled over Oliver's exposed woodenness. All at once he'd feel sensation return as magic worked its way through his groin. The wood would fade away back to skin, and Oliver would find himself fully renewed as he'd been before seeing Frey.
That Oliver had ... moved on, it seemed, was only vaguely interesting. But of course Safrin cared far more about herself than about Oliver's love life, and part of that concern was in thwarting Frey. 'Well, we can't have this, than can we?" So saying, her fingers waved. Starlight trickled over Oliver's exposed woodenness. All at once he'd feel sensation return as magic worked its way through his groin. The wood would fade away back to skin, and Oliver would find himself fully renewed as he'd been before seeing Frey.
but in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me
