Safrin
everything looks perfect
from far away
from far away
Appearing, Safrin looked at the shattered bits of lantern. Windchimes lost and stolen. Her perfectly painted lips were pulled down in a frown, her back towards the Sword as her enigmatic gaze surveyed the wreckage. The monsters had not done this of course; it was mortal hands who had desecrated her shrine.
Or at least, mostly mortal.
Straightening, Safrin glanced over her shoulder towards the burly man. He with his wagon and door and scowl and heartache. Her concern was for her shrine of course. Lowering to pluck up a bit of glass that once held part of the starwhale's call within, the goddess turned towards the Sword, her eyes on the bit of glass in her fingers.
"Might have been easier to call to me from the Temple, given its proximity to the door and the state of this place..."
Or at least, mostly mortal.
Straightening, Safrin glanced over her shoulder towards the burly man. He with his wagon and door and scowl and heartache. Her concern was for her shrine of course. Lowering to pluck up a bit of glass that once held part of the starwhale's call within, the goddess turned towards the Sword, her eyes on the bit of glass in her fingers.
"Might have been easier to call to me from the Temple, given its proximity to the door and the state of this place..."
