Safrin
Safrin's smile is sweet, but there is something hard hidden behind it as Amalia mentions the source of both their magics. The once-shield continues to dig herself deeper, implying that while she hasn't yet earned Vi's time, that Safrin's is apparently free to take advantage of. Quickly, she catches herself, and the goddess preens slightly at the offered compliment.
"And now you are so much more." She says with a sigh that's as sad as it is adoring. Letting her hand be taken, Safrin's thumb softly caresses over Amalia's skin, turning her veins incandescent with starlight. "You needn't given anything back, sweet one. But I would ... caution you. Vi's expectations of you are high..it has been centuries since the last demigod raised up by one of the gods has existed."
"And now you are so much more." She says with a sigh that's as sad as it is adoring. Letting her hand be taken, Safrin's thumb softly caresses over Amalia's skin, turning her veins incandescent with starlight. "You needn't given anything back, sweet one. But I would ... caution you. Vi's expectations of you are high..it has been centuries since the last demigod raised up by one of the gods has existed."
