Dazed and Confused

Safrin listened, and as Alistair spoke the world seemed to slow. This sort of mortal fumbling for love and abandonment was not something a cosmic being such as herself could empathize with, but her understanding was no less overwhelming for her galactic perspective on things. "For everything there is a season darling." She whispered, her breath like the primordial soup of the universe. As the man breathed it into his lungs he would feel as content as he ever had. "I could remember all traces of her from your mind...but even her transgressions have proved your victories and made you who you are now, a man with the nerve to touch a god." Her lips quirked slightly Selflessness...Safrin shook her head slightly. "You mortals are so quick to place yourselves in boxes, giving your destiny a name based on your past actions. You are not what you have done, Alistair. You are not your past. All life is transmutable." She would know after all. His latter question however made her pause and narrow her eyes slightly. A curse? Now just who was going about offering up curses? She knew some of the genies and djinn could make some unsavory deals, but a curse? At the mention of Frey's name, Safrin's jaw set and her expression turned stony. She might have known. "There are...ways.." The goddess said, pulling back from Alistair and crossing her arms in an extremely dissatisfied fashion. "None of which are currently available. Not from within this sphere." Tapping a finger against her arm, the deity sighed. "It is not in Frey's nature to simply curse...I assume there is some requirement given to your friend?" Though she could not break what Frey had done, perhaps she could help with the completion of whatever it was her counterpart had asked. Safrin The devil is not as black as he is painted