Safrin
everything looks perfect
from far away
from far away
Safrin had to turn her head at that, as if perhaps she heard something outside the window, to hide the way her lips turned into a crescent. A girlish thrill washed through her then, an entirely mortal feeling to be sure, but such was the point of this conversation. To lower herself from her lofty place in the stars, and to speak with Ronin on his level.
"You wish to stay out of mere ignorance, then?" She wondered, turning back to him, though not sounding upset about the framing of his allegiance in these terms. "They are not. And even if you gave me a thousand nights like this one, I could not explain everything to you." Perhaps it was a trick of the light, how the breath she drew seemed to flutter, at the mention of a thousand nights spent together.
"You wish to stay out of mere ignorance, then?" She wondered, turning back to him, though not sounding upset about the framing of his allegiance in these terms. "They are not. And even if you gave me a thousand nights like this one, I could not explain everything to you." Perhaps it was a trick of the light, how the breath she drew seemed to flutter, at the mention of a thousand nights spent together.
