Safrin
"There is...something different about you." Safrin stands in the corner, as far away from the Flood as it is possible to be in this chamber. Her eyes are dark and narrowed, shadows clinging lithely around her as points of starlight flicker and wane. "And I don't just mean the nightmares." She clarifies.
They might be the reasons that he's come to see her, the things currently on her mind, but she cannot unsee what she senses burning all around him. Silent for a moment the goddess holds up her hand where a ball of white fire suddenly blooms. "What have you done?" She whispers. "Where have you been?"
They might be the reasons that he's come to see her, the things currently on her mind, but she cannot unsee what she senses burning all around him. Silent for a moment the goddess holds up her hand where a ball of white fire suddenly blooms. "What have you done?" She whispers. "Where have you been?"
