AMALIA
save some love for yourself, my dear
Safrin. How was your LongNight?
It is too hot for a snow leopard, yet here the creature is, her paws tucked neatly under her as she sits upon the floor, looking with wide dark eyes upon the flickering candles of the Shrine. She'd come here soon after arriving in Torchline, knowing she needs to speak to her goddess, to confirm completed tasks and to find solace from her own darkness.
I went back to the library. The books are in the Undercroft now, as you asked. There's an array of baked goods laid out before her, on a purple blanket. Lavender and honey scones, ginger cookies, cheese muffins- she is not sure what Safrin would like, and so she brought them all. It is the least she can do, for all the goddess has given her, and for the comfort she now once again seeks.
It is too hot for a snow leopard, yet here the creature is, her paws tucked neatly under her as she sits upon the floor, looking with wide dark eyes upon the flickering candles of the Shrine. She'd come here soon after arriving in Torchline, knowing she needs to speak to her goddess, to confirm completed tasks and to find solace from her own darkness.
I went back to the library. The books are in the Undercroft now, as you asked. There's an array of baked goods laid out before her, on a purple blanket. Lavender and honey scones, ginger cookies, cheese muffins- she is not sure what Safrin would like, and so she brought them all. It is the least she can do, for all the goddess has given her, and for the comfort she now once again seeks.
