Safrin
"I enjoy a great many things that you don't know about." She corrects him with a slow and gentle smile that dazzles the corners of her eyes, though not with innuendo.
As Finn stands, Safrin shakes her head, tutting softly under her breath. "Entirely unnecessary, though I appreciate the gesture." She coos softly, stretching out her hand that he might sit with her again. Closer or where he had been, it was up to him. The owl at her side watches all of this wide unreadable eyes, though if one were to look closely, there are galaxies in its fractured stare.
"Oh no?" Safrin hums, her particularly coy brand of mischief crinkling the corners of her mouth as her fingers softly pluck at the strings of her violin, making rather enticing sounds, like musical raindrops. "Perhaps you didn't expect anything outright. But what about deeper down?" She pauses, studying him cheerfully for a moment. "Or are your intentions always simply to placate us?"
As Finn stands, Safrin shakes her head, tutting softly under her breath. "Entirely unnecessary, though I appreciate the gesture." She coos softly, stretching out her hand that he might sit with her again. Closer or where he had been, it was up to him. The owl at her side watches all of this wide unreadable eyes, though if one were to look closely, there are galaxies in its fractured stare.
"Oh no?" Safrin hums, her particularly coy brand of mischief crinkling the corners of her mouth as her fingers softly pluck at the strings of her violin, making rather enticing sounds, like musical raindrops. "Perhaps you didn't expect anything outright. But what about deeper down?" She pauses, studying him cheerfully for a moment. "Or are your intentions always simply to placate us?"
